A Place the Soul Can Confront, Reflect and Embrace all that they are.
What is crazy?
Is that I or any other Adopted must play this for to dot game with so many people so blind to see?
Heritage is not everything, but it is foundational to every tree? No roots? No tree. Just a piece of wood with no meaning or tree to be a part of?
Burnable. Expendable. Replaceable? That’s how adoption made me feel.
But I’m alive? And yet removed? How can this be?
Try feeling like me or any other Adopted or misplaced child or adult on the planet?
It only take a few of us to speak up to shine the light on what happens when we get separated?
And that is a valid point to those of us who have experienced what separation feels like and have survived to speak of it.
Science says the odds are against us? If I could die sooner? Due to traumas that cause me to experiences the feelings over and over again after triggered? That’s a lot on the systems of adoptees and traumatized persons all over?
Including my Mama? The only way to get our quality of life back? And complete and not some half asses shit show of potential affections under altered conditions of Adoptions rule?