The more I fought to be heard, the more exhausted I became. And what filled the space left by that exhaustion was pure rage—the kind of rage that made me want to jump through the computer screen.
You had me at “be a heart with ears” Such a beautiful sentiment about our allies. I recently figured out that for me, I’m glad they can’t understand because then they too would’ve been adopted. I wouldn’t wish those feelings that being adopted brings forth on anyone 💔
I deeply appreciate your insight, and I completely relate to what you’re saying. It’s bittersweet, isn’t it? Having allies who listen with such open hearts is invaluable, but there’s also that sense of relief knowing they don’t truly understand the weight we carry—because the reality of being adopted is something we wouldn’t wish on anyone.
Your words reflect such a profound truth, and it’s comforting to know we can still be supported without them having to live it themselves. Thank you for being part of that support system. 🩵
I share the same sentiments! For me, connecting with fellow adoptees has been a game changer for me. It’s like finding a space where our experiences are truly understood. I can relate to that anger—I carried it for a long time as well. It’s incredible how being part of a support system, both giving and receiving, helps shift that anger into something so much more healing. So glad we’re in this together! 🩵🥳
I have traveled through Codependency, and it sounds similar to Your journey. The deer stand in November is my fortress of solitude. The desolation of the winter woods brings me comfort, and at 57 I still can’t define why. My adopted sister and biological half brother have coping methods that don’t hold space for my opinions, that’s Okay too.
Hi Huck! (thats how I know you, and I hope its okay?)
Thank you so much for sharing a piece of your journey with me. I can feel the deep connection you have with the solitude of nature—your deer stand in November sounds like a sacred space, much like my time spent in the mountains and waterfalls. There’s something profoundly healing about the desolation and quiet of the woods that resonates deeply, even if we can’t fully explain why.
I understand the complexity of family dynamics, especially when others' coping methods don't hold space for our experiences and opinions. I am so sorry. I have experienced different shads of this myself. It’s a tough reality, but finding our own peace and solace, whether in nature or within ourselves, is so powerful. Thank you for opening up, and I’m sending you strength and comfort as you continue on your journey. Keep sharing! Sharing is healing! <3 XOXO P.K
You had me at “be a heart with ears” Such a beautiful sentiment about our allies. I recently figured out that for me, I’m glad they can’t understand because then they too would’ve been adopted. I wouldn’t wish those feelings that being adopted brings forth on anyone 💔
Thank you so much, Jill.
I deeply appreciate your insight, and I completely relate to what you’re saying. It’s bittersweet, isn’t it? Having allies who listen with such open hearts is invaluable, but there’s also that sense of relief knowing they don’t truly understand the weight we carry—because the reality of being adopted is something we wouldn’t wish on anyone.
Your words reflect such a profound truth, and it’s comforting to know we can still be supported without them having to live it themselves. Thank you for being part of that support system. 🩵
I was so angry for way too long. Being part of the support system feels much better.
I share the same sentiments! For me, connecting with fellow adoptees has been a game changer for me. It’s like finding a space where our experiences are truly understood. I can relate to that anger—I carried it for a long time as well. It’s incredible how being part of a support system, both giving and receiving, helps shift that anger into something so much more healing. So glad we’re in this together! 🩵🥳
Thank you Pamela, this is just the message I need right now…
You’re so welcome. I’m glad the message reached you at the right time! We’re all in this together. Sending you lots of love! 🩵
I have traveled through Codependency, and it sounds similar to Your journey. The deer stand in November is my fortress of solitude. The desolation of the winter woods brings me comfort, and at 57 I still can’t define why. My adopted sister and biological half brother have coping methods that don’t hold space for my opinions, that’s Okay too.
Hi Huck! (thats how I know you, and I hope its okay?)
Thank you so much for sharing a piece of your journey with me. I can feel the deep connection you have with the solitude of nature—your deer stand in November sounds like a sacred space, much like my time spent in the mountains and waterfalls. There’s something profoundly healing about the desolation and quiet of the woods that resonates deeply, even if we can’t fully explain why.
I understand the complexity of family dynamics, especially when others' coping methods don't hold space for our experiences and opinions. I am so sorry. I have experienced different shads of this myself. It’s a tough reality, but finding our own peace and solace, whether in nature or within ourselves, is so powerful. Thank you for opening up, and I’m sending you strength and comfort as you continue on your journey. Keep sharing! Sharing is healing! <3 XOXO P.K