Yesterday I had a meeting with a friend and one of her friends. Somehow we got into the conversation about my story. As I told the story I once again relived the pain and the sorrow of being that six year old. When I told the friend the story of how my adoptive mother told me that my bio mother didn’t want me and didn’t love me my eyes began to well up with tears. I held it in and continued the story. Twenty five years I spent thinking that my mother didn’t love me and feeling like I wasn’t worthy of much because if my mother didn’t want me then I must really be unlovable and undeserving of anything. I was suicidal, severely depressed, and sorrowful most of my life. My adoptive mother laid a heavy burden on me by telling me this and I believed it for all of those years…until I went back for the first time.
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