For the last two decades in the world of adoption, Adoptees clung tenaciously to the book called The Primal Wound, by adoptive mom, Nancy Verrier.
Thank you Ms. Verrier for validation, but you’re not even an adopted person…we Adoptees are over-the-top confident that our perspectives are much different than yours.
There’s no way you could see Adoption nor life through an adopted person’s eyes. Our eyes have been shattered by loss of a much different kind.
So, respectfully, thanks, but bye.
No longer do we find comfort in the compromising status of self- validation, for a self-centered life is not how we were created.
Instead, our genetic blueprint calls us to sacredly build others up.
We want to know the perspectives of fellow adoptees who walk the walk. Each, like refined gold, oftentimes better than therapy, a mirror, an unspoken gift to our needy souls.
How we need one another.
We are moving on now, for we see there is so.much.more than validation.
We know our struggles weren’t caused by character defects or generational curses.
Shame has drained from the dark, musty basements of our souls. We’re inhaling invigorating fresh air and feeling the sun’s warmth on our gargantuas trauma scars.
We don’t inflict self-loathing for the oftentimes contrariness of raw life…no, we base our self worth on what Someone greater says—we are unique jewels of inestimable worth and beauty, bought with a price.
As we move on, we embrace the fact that we indeed can heal from our excruciatingly painful past.
Yes, we struggled in our chrysalis of toxic anger and trauma-ridden beliefs for decades, but we now know that we can successfully learn to fly, discover the unique colors of our wings, and zoom to unimaginable heights.
It’s not comfortable leaving you behind, Primal Wound, but we do so with the tenderest of soaring hearts.
After all, there is so.much.more.