Much has been taken from me; biological family, culture, and another life entirely. The things given to me don’t nullify the things taken, and that’s okay as long as the wound is acknowledged. In concurrence with my losses I have peace in my relationship with God, in the wonderful family I do have, in friendships, and in adoptee advocacy. From my greatest source of loss and pain, I draw strength and purpose. While my wound bleeds endlessly, my heart bursts with hope because I know adoptees are making an impact as we join forces and speak bravely and with fortitude.