The family that I chose is incredible.
From the first day of knowing them, they have supported me and loved me in ways I never knew I needed.
They go out of their way to uplift and encourage the people they hold dear, and it’s so beautiful. I am beyond grateful for them.
Yet I struggle to reconcile why I don’t receive that same kind of love from the family I was born to. It stings when I see others show up for me in ways my own family cannot comprehend.
There is so much brokenness that it becomes difficult to remember the good times – those fleeting moments when their love and support felt enough.
I mourn this every day.
