For a few years now on my birthdays I get philosophical. I think about how ephemeral this sigh called life is. I feel grateful to my parents for giving me the opportunity to live, and thus know all the nuances of life. I have experienced wonderful things and other bitter ones. Sometimes I feel anxiety, not as a disorder, but to the point that a Doctor gave me pills (I didn't even dare to buy them) because I feel like I want to do so many things and that I won't have time to achieve them, sometimes I feel like I'm swimming and swimming. but I don't reach the objectives. On the other hand, there is my husband who encourages me every day, he reminds me that we can and that we are working for those things and that we will achieve it. Leaving aside the depressive and continuing with the beautiful, I am grateful for my daughter, my husband, my parents and my sisters who are the most important people in my life, my greatest support and love.