No matter how hard we try to make others happy in the way we speak or how we act, we continue to feel lonely and unloved.
It stung. I had a deep yearning to be accepted, to feel like I belonged, to know that I was part of a family forever.
If I sit with this for too long, I get angry. It feels dehumanizing. Am I just a commodity for someone’s desires?
To my birth dad.
To my adopted dad.
To all my other dads.
Happy Father’s Day.
We can choose to succumb to the lies, or we can acknowledge the truth and grow. Accepting truth, walking in perseverance, and embracing bravery can decrease the power that certain anxieties have over us.
But, now I had a person and a voice connected to those letters that had been written to me so many times before, and now I had a picture of all of us. Together.