heartbreak

I wouldn’t be who I am without it. As much as I cannot stand toxic positivity (gaslighting oneself into not being sad), I’m glad I struggled. I miss Korea. I miss my real family. I guess this is the first time writing about it here, but I was reunited with my Korean family in 2012 and lived in Korea until 2017. I worked there, I went to school there, I tried to become Korean. Those were probably some of the best years of my life and I didn’t really know it back then because I was emotional and young and stupid and poor. I’m thankful for that time. Sometimes, I wish I had stayed.

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