Dear Adoption, I Am Me
My name was Baby Girl Lockridge
The meaning is: Dweller of the Stronghold
Adoption tried to claim me
Relinquishing me forever to the unknown
Coloring my world dark with a primal wound
Society says, “you must feel grateful.
After all, weren’t you deemed unlovable/unwanted?”
So I wore the impossibly heavy cloak of denial of self
Exacerbated by my adoptive parents need to shred my spirit
In hopes of birthing their own creation
Me sitting at the family dark wood table
Dissociating/Fragmenting
But God gave me a tenacious spirit
One of resilience & perseverance
Enough to eventually find my ghost mother
And enough to prove I was born
Alas, no cosmic connection with my natural parents transpired
Soon a distraction was needed
Too much pain
Needed to numb the emotions
My addiction was practically my end
And then my end
Became my beautiful beginning
Slowly taking back my peace of mind
Slowly putting the pieces of my true self together
Little by little
Day by day
One step at a time
I now choose life
No longer allowing adoption, or anything else, define me
Or to deny me
I Am Me
dearadoption.com 
Thank you for sharing your personal story.
It seems so important that others hear from us what it really feels like to have been relinquished and adopted.
Sincerely, Baby Julie.
Aka, Kim P
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The way home is a pilgrimage of the road and an ethereal journey of the mind for adoptees—a trip of a lifetime to hallowed ground they are forced to make alone.
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