Darkness on a Sunny Day: The Struggle of an Adopted Child to Find Herself

Who would have thought that each day you would be thankful for the pain you had suffered throughout your childhood? Each day I do. I think about how I wouldn’t have as much insight and understanding to life’s daily living. I am thankful for what anguish and suffering have allowed me to learn about me, who I am as a person and people around me. This book has taught me things step by step while writing it and looking back at the past, about my identity and what I want in life. I hope that others may learn from my own experiences before they make a mistake. Imagine a one-year-old already understanding the meaning of anger and hatred. That was me. After being juggled around for the first six months of my life and then landing in a foster home where I felt safe, I already had abandonment issues. Then, by six, imagine remembering being taken away from a family that you thought would be forever. When my adoptive family came along, I was already attached to another family. Even though a dream had come true, I never really came to terms with my new family because I thought I already had one. Years later, I figured it out. Their intentions were only good, loving, and caring to a child who didn’t have any love left to spare.