I put the pressure of perfection into each to-do and end up feeling hopeless when the reality of imperfection comes through.
I fell to the ground in shock. My girlfriends and I stared at each other in horror and helplessness. What were we supposed to do now? How did this happen?
I hope that there will be more acknowledgement of trauma and emotional confusion that is so prevalent among adoptees. I hope it shows that children have a lot more insight than may be perceived.
Without anxiety, I would lack the strength and perseverance I’ve come to lean on so many times in life. I wouldn’t be able to relate to and support the many others who deal with anxiety and mental illness.