How refreshing would it feel to have a conversation that left you with feeling less alone?
It’s as if adoptees’ stories are so shameful they are to be kept a secret.
I keep my goals to myself, preventing the assumed disappointment from others if I don’t achieve said dreams.
I held onto the combination of numbers, unsure of my next steps, feeling a bit frozen in making this lifelong dream become a reality.
It has the ability to become a narrator of life; the capability of allowing it to be truly lived instead of just survived.
It’s much easier to see the faults in something, or someone, than to admit I have a barrage of my own.