A non-exhaustive guide for the adoptive parents who would otherwise contact me for one-on-one advice.
It felt like I was dying unseen.
When we excuse those we love for offenses that aren’t ours to forgive, we enable greater harm.
I got to a place where I could allow myself to hope and dream of what motherhood could look like for me. Believing it possible was another story.
Identity and our understanding of it isn’t fixed, and all aspects of it matter—even as they change and evolve.