You are not alone! You may feel like that right now, but you are not. Don’t believe the lies. I too was adopted at the age of 10 weeks because my birth mother was headed to prison for embezzlement. She didn’t want to raise me in the prison system and wanted to give me a better life so she made the most difficult decision a mother would ever have to make. Adoption. I was raised in a loving home and my parents did their best to ensure I knew I was loved. They told me and showed me on a daily basis but for some reason it was difficult for me to receive it. I had turned off my heart. I didn’t want to let anyone in because I didn’t want to get hurt again. Rejection had become my soulmate. It became my identity, although it was a lie. It wasn’t until I was in my twenties when I realized Nancy actually loved me. She didn’t reject me. I was reading John 3:16 one day and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had read that passage a thousand times before, but it had never become so personal like it did that morning. I read it with fresh eyes. All I saw was Nancy’s love for me. Before this moment, my life was filled with incredible pain. I made many poor decisions because of a bad belief system. For a long time I thought there must be something wrong with me if this woman was willing to give me away. My mind was flooded with all sorts of destructive thoughts. I turned to drugs to ease the pain but they only made it worse. My life was spiraling out of control and I needed to do something about it. I sought treatment for my drug addiction and entered a one year faith based program. While there I learned a lot about myself and I was able to come to a place of acceptance and forgiveness. The journey isn’t over yet, but I am not the same person I use to be. Now I understand this isn’t everyone’s story who has been adopted. I don’t claim to know all of what you have gone through and I know our stories are different, but I write this in hope of encouraging you.
the only photo I have of my biological mother and I.