My birthdays coming up in about three weeks and I feel really sad about it. Lots of rejection surrounding memories of that day. Friends who forgot, family that does not care. Reminders of the years that have gone by. For me my birthday is the aniversary of my abuse. I have no real memory of the day it started or anything like that. It lasted for so long, I just blocked out that enitre year of my life. Memories still pop up but I forgot that year of my life. That year almost 13 years ago. My birthday is the reminder. I try to be happy to think that I am two years on my healing journey now. That I'm healing. But some days its harder. Just thinking that something from half my life ago still affects me so deeply really bums me out. So much more... but don't feel like writing it all down.