The Gift of Getting Your Age Wrong

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I have a confession.

There are certain years I simply cannot remember how old I am.

If the year ends in 2, 3, 6, 7, or 8 — I’m basically in an age fog.

Someone will casually ask, “How old are you?” and I freeze like I’ve been asked to solve long division on a whiteboard.

I start calculating.

Wait. I was born in… No, that’s not helpful. What year is it? How many decades have we had since the 90s? Why is this math?

Now that I’m in my 50s, it’s gotten worse. I can remember complex court timelines, trauma triggers, and the name of my second-grade teacher — but my current age? Apparently optional information.

For an entire year I’ve been thinking I’m older than I actually am.

And the moment I realize it? It is a gift.

It’s like finding $20 in last winter’s coat pocket.

“Oh! I’m not 54? I’m 53?!”

It feels like I’ve been handed back a year I didn’t know I still had.

I want to call people. Announce it publicly. Have a small parade.

“I HAVE BEEN AGING MYSELF PREMATURELY AND I WOULD LIKE CREDIT.”

How Betrayal Trauma Distorts Your Sense of Time

If you’ve walked through betrayal trauma, you understand that time gets weird.

Discovery Day can feel like yesterday. The courtroom can feel like it lasted 17 years. The purgatory pit can feel endless.

But then suddenly — it’s been six years. Or ten.

Trauma fractures time.

It’s not just that we forget our age. We forget entire versions of ourselves.

There are years where survival was the only goal. Years where sleep was optional. Years where your nervous system was running a marathon without your consent.

When you are bracing for impact, you are not tracking candles on a cake.

Why Getting Your Age Wrong Can Feel Like Healing

When I discover I’m younger than I thought I was, it feels like grace.

Because betrayal has a way of aging you.

It etches itself into your eyes.

It hollows you out for a while.

It makes you feel 97 when you’re 42.

There were seasons I felt ancient, not in wisdom, but in exhaustion.

Now when I accidentally shave off a year, it feels symbolic.

Healing doesn’t just restore your heart. It restores your vitality. Your humor. Your lightness. Sometimes healing simply gives you your years back.

The Year I Realized I Was Younger Than I Thought

One year, I spent twelve full months believing I was a year older.

Twelve. Entire. Months.

When I did the math correctly, I actually sat down.

I had been living as if I had less time. Less runway. Less margin.

And suddenly — I didn’t.

It was a simple realization. And a profound metaphor.

How many of us are living as if we have less life than we actually do?

Betrayal can convince you:

• You’re too old to start over.

• Too late to rebuild.

• Too behind to try again.

• Too damaged to be vibrant.

But what if you’ve been miscalculating?

What if you’re younger, emotionally, spiritually, energetically, than you think?

What if healing has quietly been restoring you year by year?

Healing in Your 50s: Lighter, Softer, Stronger

In my 30s, I felt like I had to prove everything.

In my 40s, I felt like I was surviving everything.

In my early 50s, I forget how old I am and I laugh more.

That’s growth.

That’s nervous system regulation.

That’s no longer measuring time by court dates and crisis.

It’s measuring time by Pilates hours.

By friendships.

By women who say, “Me too.”

By quiet mornings that don’t feel like dread.

Healing doesn’t just make you stronger. It can make you softer. And unfortunately, it makes you bad at math.

A Question for You, Precious Woman, Healing from Betrayal

Are you living as if your life is already over?

Are you carrying yourself like someone who has run out of years?

Or have you possibly miscalculated?

Maybe you are not behind.

Maybe you are not too old.

Maybe you are not too late.

Maybe, just maybe, you’ve gained a year back.

And even if you haven’t?

You still have this one. And this one counts.

So if you see me in public and I hesitate when you ask my age, just know:

I’m not confused.

I’m just recalculating how much life I still have.

And based on recent math?

It’s more than I thought.

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