I have found a lot of hurt, anger and confusion inside myself since taking a close look at how I feel about my adoption and the physical, mental and emotional abuse I endured during that time. But I also found I had become a pro at suppressing all of that because I didn't practice honest reflection or healthy lifestyle balance. That being said I thought it may be helpful for others if I shared four tools I use to cope with my traumatic past.
Read MoreAbuse, mental health and adoption. That's packing a lot in one punch. And makes for a pretty daunting introduction. I made it a point to not carry myself as someone who was abused. It's not something that I feel I need to announce. Just like I don't feel like I have to announce that I am adopted as I enter spaces. Both come up in due time.
Read MoreI remember sitting on the dock on Long Lake. I still was trapped living with my first adoptive parents. I remember thing how horrible a situation I was in. How the world just kept spinning with me stuck in these moments trying to find some semblance of …something. I couldn't be happy. I spent to many nights praying and crying to be delivered into the next stage of the play of my life, I promised I would just be content to be free.
Read MoreWriting about my adoption was born out of my need to find clarity in my experiences of being a woman of color who was adopted, but who experienced a traumatic adoption. The day after my 32nd birthday I realized I could no longer lie to myself. That not talking about my experiences was the easy way of not dealing with them. That I need to get to the root of why I was feeling stuck. Mentally and emotionally, professionally and personally.
BLACK GIRL. Love yourself today. No just the beauty you always are on the outside, but the knotted mess on the inside. The parts you try really hard not to hide. Are you finding joy in discovering yourself? Your thoughts your words your dreams? All the idiosyncrasies in between?
Read MorePeople may not like to hear this, but being adopted puts a whole new spin on the term LOVE. Because love is inexplicably intertwined with identity.
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