Worst Day and a new hobby

In 2000, we were put in foster care and 3 years later we were adopted.  We were adopted May 15, 2003.  It was the worst day of my life.  I didn’t want to be adopted.  Everyone knew it, but no one said anything.  I was only 11, so I didn’t really have a say in if I got adopted or not. 

Every year, from 2003 until last year, I dreaded May 15th.  This year it passed and I didn’t even think about it.  It was this morning before I even realized I had forgotten the anniversary.  I count this as a HUGE step for me.

Today, I realized I have started thinking about the future.  I have been taking care of my husband and myself.  I haven’t had a nightmare in weeks.  I have been doing good.  I discovered a new hobby.  I have been painting.  I should post some of my pictures on here for readers to see.  I am not very good at it, but I am having a blast.

I am also pursuing a self- publishing author career.  I have always wanted to be an author. 

Things are looking up for me.  I am so happy about getting better.



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