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.
I am a survivor 
Continue the great style for you and good luck 😉
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I’m glad your doing better morgan. That is a big step. That makes me happy. do what makes u happy do what u like no matter how good u are at it. my hobby is rock collecting.
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Rocks are awesome. I don’t really know what I am good at right now. I am only 22, so I have some time to figure it out. I like to think that I am good at writing.
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Idk wat I’m good at either. i bet ur a good writer.
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