I’m not a huge birthday fan, well at least when it comes to my own. I would love it if I could just forget it. My birthday is around the holidays so it’s not easy to pretend it doesn’t exist. The reason why I’m not a fan is because of what used to happen on my birthday. We would have a party and of course invite family and friends over. That included the person who sexually abused. Any chance he could he would get me alone. When he did that’s the time he would set aside too touch me. This would happen every birthday until the abuse ended. That’s why I want to forget my birthday. My birthday is just a yearly reminder of a time that wasn’t so kind too me.
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Despite loving to write I never know what to write when it's about me. Which is saying something because the blog is about me. But compared to this the blog is easier for me. So here we go: I'm Jazzica Idamarie originally from Chicago Illinois. Freelance Writer, Self-Published Author on Amazon, and an Ordained Minister. Currently have a few books in the works, too many ideas not enough hours of the day. While also working a job with anew position. View all posts by Jazzica Idamarie