It’s as if adoptees’ stories are so shameful they are to be kept a secret.
Author: Brooke
My name is Brooke and here’s the story:
For too long I let fear dictate my life and it had such a hold on almost every aspect of my being. Something needed to change. I had to release my grip on fear and start walking towards bravery.
So here is my story. One post at a time, one brave step at a time. I hope others will be able to acknowledge and embrace bravery throughout their own journeys, creating a community of people who share their brave together. I do not know all that this adventure will entail, but I do know this: I am strong and resilient, a firm believer in hope, and taking one step at a time into bravery.
Will you join me?
walking away.
I keep my goals to myself, preventing the assumed disappointment from others if I don’t achieve said dreams.
her voice.
I held onto the combination of numbers, unsure of my next steps, feeling a bit frozen in making this lifelong dream become a reality.
i’m positive.
It has the ability to become a narrator of life; the capability of allowing it to be truly lived instead of just survived.
this is adoption.
It is the best friend of anxiety and depression, complementing them with the feeling of fear of intimacy, hesitancy towards accomplishing hopes and dreams.
reflection.
It’s much easier to see the faults in something, or someone, than to admit I have a barrage of my own.