I was adopted from birth. My mother was only 16 when she had me, and her uncle and aunt adopted me. I wasn’t told I was adopted until I was 16. My father told me I was adopted. He was very emotional and was fearful of my reaction. I held his face and told him he’d always be my dad, and he is still my rock and best friend.

My father and my adoptive mother split up because she was so cruel, and she got custody of us. It was horrible. She wouldn’t feed us. I got assaulted by her new boyfriend. We got into fights. I remember the school seeing the bruises and them taking us away, and our father got us back into his custody.

That was such a relief to us. He is an amazing father, but now we were all messed up and mentally broken. We had a lot of therapy sessions, and I got diagnosed with anxiety, PTSD, autism and borderline personality disorder. And it’s taken a long time to get mentally healthy like I am now.

Me and my real mother reconnected 2 years ago, and it’s been amazing. She is my best friend now 🧡 We have so much in common. And I’m planning a trip to see her. I haven’t seen her in so long. Along with my brothers. We all have kids and are grown up now, but I feel like a kid again when I talk to my mother.