Being trapped in a body that struggles to communicate.

πŸ‘†πŸ‘†πŸ‘†πŸ‘† that’s how I feel. Trying double hard to be heard. Working twice as long to make sure I am understood.

That’s what I deal with. Daily. And the sad thing is? Sketchy family support.

As if I speak to fill the air with my voice? Just filling up the air here. No worries. Blah blah blah.

Who’s listening? And who even understands?

That’s my question. When? Will I get assistance?

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psychecafe

I am an Adapted, artist, Mother, a soul, a human, singer, writer, activist, minister and deprogrammer and reprogrammer of minds. And I am here because we need to change how you see it, a lot of things that is. For us Adoptees who have lived in the dark. We were cut off from our families. And that is sad people.

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