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Welcome to my humble abode, a sanctuary where hearts are embraced, stories find solace, and love reigns supreme. I am Jada Brown, the author of "Because Someone Forgot to Love You," and it brings me immense joy to have you here. Life can be an intricate dance, full of moments that leave us feeling unseen, unheard, or forgotten. But here, my dear friend, you are seen. You are heard. You are cherished. Whether you carry the weight of your own untold stories or simply seek solace in the stories of others, consider this space your haven, a place where burdens dissipate, and understanding flourishes. In a world that often feels hurried and detached, I believe in the power of connection and empathy. Each word I pen is steeped in the warmth of love and the hope of healing. I strive to create an atmosphere where you can breathe freely, finding respite from the weight that life occasionally places upon your soul. With my book, "Because Someone Forgot to Love You," I sought to illuminate the tender corners of human existence. I delve into the depths of emotions, unraveling tales that echo the yearnings of your own heart. Through the art of storytelling, I hope to touch your spirit, reminding you that you are never alone, and your experiences are valid and understood. This website, an extension of my words and aspirations, is a safe haven where you are invited to immerse yourself in the narratives that resonate with your own journey. Here, you will find a collection of heartfelt articles, musings, and reflections that I have lovingly crafted with you in mind. Each piece is an invitation to embrace vulnerability, to be enveloped by compassion, and to walk alongside others who share the same longing for connection. So, my dear friend, take a moment to exhale, allowing the worries of the world to fall away. Allow my words to wrap around you like a soft, comforting embrace, reminding you that your presence is cherished and that you matter. May you find solace in the pages of this virtual sanctuary, and may the weight on your heart be gently lifted, replaced with a renewed sense of hope and understanding. Thank you for gracing this space with your presence. Let us embark on a journey of healing, compassion, and love together. With open arms and a grateful heart, Jada Brown

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My Story

“Once you let the unrealistic expectation of perfection fade, all that is left is you... and that is a wonderful thing to be." I wrote that silly little line in a journal once. Now, when I look back on it, it seems a little bit too “Hallmark-y” for my taste, but nevertheless I still believe in its truthfulness. I gave up the expectation that I would or should be perfect in this life a long time ago. Things go wrong–Goodness, at times things go horribly wrong. There have been countless doors closed, windows sealed shut, and escape panels blocked, so I built my own doors, windows, and paths forward. I have gone through these things that have tried to reduce me to nothing, attempted to make me lose focus, and derail me, but I know that I have a divine purpose and while I am not the sum of my experiences, I am the survivor and victor of them. In no way am I saying that you must embrace every abhorring, awful, cruel, and excruciating experience you may face. I am simply saying that it is possible and your life may be all the better for it. In order to fully love myself, I cannot hate the experiences that have molded me into who I am. I am a rape survivor, pregnancy loss survivor, and a childless mother and from those experiences and the strong desire to keep my life from spiraling into unhealthy venting outlets like drugs, alcohol, and sex, my pen met a page and I wrote…and wrote…and I kept writing…and I will keep writing. Journals filled to the brim with anger, frustration, sadness, loneliness, confusion, and pain. My Notes app was full of worries and depression-dipped song lyrics. Out of those heaps of words “Because Someone Forgot to Love You” was born because that is exactly how I felt and how I still feel in waves. I felt forgotten, like the world had left me behind. My body mentally and physically damaged sought asylum and I found that asylum in words. Shortly after “Because Someone Forgot to Love You” was published, I was selected to participate in “Dear Freedom Writer.” This does not mean that I am all better now. It does not mean that I don’t still have nauseating nightmares and fears that I can never seem to outrun. It means that God is aware of me. It means that I am grateful for the miracle of being able to smile and now I tend to do it a lot. It means that I recognize how blessed I am to have this literary outlet and support. It means that I appreciate and marvel at the friends I have been able to reach around the world who say “I didn’t realize it happened to someone else” and “I don’t feel so alone now” because I want to say the exact same thing back to them. I know that I am loved by Heavenly Parents. I know that my Savior, Jesus Christ, loves and pleads for me above. I know that the Holy Ghost has guided me to share and speak my truths. My multiple experiences and encounters with sexual abuse, sexual assault, and sexual violence, to some may seem like evidence that there is no Savior or that He hates me, but really the outcome and outlook I now have is evidence that He and my Heavenly Parents love me dearly. Amidst all of these trials, there is a light. For a while the light was hidden deep down in a thick darkness, but there were glimmers and there were moments of peace and moments when I would forget about it all, but now I don’t want to forget. I shudder to think that there is an entire world of women and children and men and people who have had similar experiences. If a little poem that I wrote in my southern Louisiana backyard between unending tears could help alleviate that pain no one should know of, a pain that I know so well, I am happy and honored to write it. I hope those who need it feel a little more at peace today, a little more okay,and a lot more understood. It’ll be okay. I promise. Take a breath and we’ll get through it together.

My Purpose

Every 68 seconds another American is sexually assaulted (Department of Justice). Sexual abuse, sexual assault, sexual violence, domestic violence, and sexual harrassment, are prevalent in society. I often get self conscious about sharing because I worry it makes people uncomfortable, but I’m learning that it’s worth a little discomfort to help people to heal and feel the love of Christ. Imagine a place where softness and strength intertwine, where vulnerability is celebrated, and where every verse is a comforting embrace. That's what you'll find within these digital pages—a haven of feminine energy and graceful imagery. Each carefully crafted poem is an invitation to pause, to let your heart wander, and to find solace in the beauty of words. Whether you're seeking a moment of tranquility, a spark of inspiration, or simply a respite from the chaos of everyday life, I hope my poetry becomes a gentle companion on your journey. So, settle in with a warm cup of tea, breathe in the delicate fragrance of blossoms, and allow the words to weave their magic. Thank you for gracing this space with your presence. May you find comfort, inspiration, and a deep connection with your own inner world as you explore the pages of my poetic realm.

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