BirthDeath

The only time I ever really feel adopted is the day of my birth : The instant reminder that my mother gave life to me , looked me in the face and gave me to someone else. Granted it’s an incredibly powerful wonderful amazing thing she did ; But it still kills me every April 25th knowing she is out there somewhere thinking about that day when she looked me in the face and gave me up. For I will forever be haunted by this horrific day of supposed life. I’m glad I finally found a life worth living and an amazing man to stand by my side, but it had nothing to do with my supposed mother. Morbid is my Mind – Positivity Makes Me Kind