Born With a Broken Heart

Im Alex. 23 beautiful years. So Cal. This is a blog about my adoption story. My story is a beautiful one, though I've had my struggles, my heartaches, laughter and nights of tears I will retell this story every chance I get. I'm here to help anyone, young and old with questions they might have, struggles they might have or just stories they want to tell.

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Guys!

I just updated my FAQ's :) I'll add more to them as soon as this blog is brand new. Feel free to ask away also, I am probably one of the most open and honest people you will meet. Also I want to hear YOUR stories. xo Alex

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The 12 Questions Adopted People Are Sick Of Answering

If you were adopted, as I was, you've heard these questions way too many times.

this made me laugh...all SO TRUE AHHHH.

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This. This has helped me through so much. I read it often, sometimes with a smile, sometimes with tears. But it gets to me every damn time. Some of the most beautiful words I have ever heard.

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A little bit about my story...

  Growing up as a child and into my late teen years I would look into the mirror everyday and wonder if there was anyone out there who looked like me. Tears would run down my face as I asked myself questions such as “where did I get this big wide smile?” “Whom did I get my musical talent from?” “Why am I so short?” but the question that never stopped pestering me was “who was the woman who gave me this life but had to say goodbye to me when I was just a helpless infant?” I struggled greatly throughout my life because I always felt like something was missing from my life. My parents told me when I was just a small child, I remember my mother telling me “I am your mommy sweetie, but you grew in another mommies tummy and she loved you so much but she gave you to us because we couldn’t have a baby”.  

I somewhat understood why I was adopted as a child but I was too young to understand so I just shrugged it off. As I grew up I started to become depressed and develop abandonment issues because of my adoption.  I went to numerous therapists and psychiatrists and talked about these problems but nothing seemed to help, the only thing that I knew could help was to find my birth mother and let her answer my questions herself. One day I finally built up the courage to ask my parents about the mystery that was haunting me since I can remember.

It was a beautiful night, my parents told me everything they possibly could, they held me tight to them and cried with me as all of my lifelong questions were finally answered. Then they said, “we have something to show you” I was nervous as they went upstairs and pulled a big box out of their closet. They then handed me a beautiful handmade scrapbook that my birth parents made me before they gave me up to my adoptive parents. The scrapbook was filled with pictures, letters and even flowers that my birth mother received while she was in the hospital with me. That night I went to bed with a big smile on my face, but I still had so many questions and I wanted answers.

When I think about who I am I think about the parents who raised me and my mother who came back into my life and helped me through the hardest years of my life.  This is a story I am proud of, a story I want to share with the world. 

I couldn’t ask for a better life than I have now, I still struggle with my adoption, the heartbreak I suffered when I was born, and the fear of being abandoned again but as I grow older my questions get answered and I start to find peace with my situation. I am determined to finish this story because it is my story, I am proud of it because it is who I am and I want the world to know.