Those who know me, or have read this blog for a while, know that I am adopted. And while my adoption was an open adoption within the family, there have always been unanswered questions - mostly because I've been scared to ask. Because if I ask a question, I might get an answer.
I am grateful to be adopted. I am far better off having been adopted. But there are very deep scars that can come with adoption. I have always carried with me the question of why. Up until 4 years ago, I kept in contact with my birth mother. I have never been in contact with my birth father. I've never wanted to be in contact with him. Still, I've always been curious.
Thanks to Google, I can type in names and get answers. This can be good and bad. Now, I know. Now, I wish I didn't know. I may or may not post more about this later on. I may or may not blog for a while. Just pray for me. The wind has been knocked out of me, and I am dreading that first painful breath.