My parents told me I was adopted when I was a young child. At the time, it didn’t have much impact on me—but as I grew, so did my curiosity about my adoption.
For years, I kept my questions to myself, despite the unwavering support of my family. I simply wasn’t ready to step into the unknown. It wasn’t until my twenties that I realized those questions—repeating in my mind like a broken record—were like a pebble in my shoe: persistent and impossible to ignore. I needed to face them in order to free my heart and mind from their quiet grip.
Fears that once held me back slowly transformed into challenges I felt ready to explore. And on that journey, I found far more than just answers.
Among my discoveries was a deep sense of gratitude—for every part of my journey, the highs and lows, the triumphs and the struggles, the growth and the clarity of self that happened along the way.
It’s my hope that others might find something meaningful within this story—something they can relate to. Maybe it shines a light on a dark corner somewhere. And that, to me, means everything.