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Adoption and Loss

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Mental Help For Adoptees

I won't lie. When I was younger, I struggled with being an adoptee. I didn't understand why my biological parents would just give me away. Eventually at age 14, I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder and Anxiety Disorder. I was in bad shape. All I wanted was to belong somewhere and I just felt alone. Kids were cruel and bullied me about being adopted which only amplified my pain. Around that time, my daddy allowed to me to adopt 2 dogs. Suddenly, I had a purpose. I had a reason to be here! These dogs needed me. The one with white in his coat was Max and the black one was Jack. They were my everything. But out of the two of them, Jack seemed to sense I was struggling and that I needed him. He followed me everywhere like a shadow, always providing unconditional love and support. He was like my child. In the summer of 2012, I suffered an ectopic pregnancy. It destroyed my left fallopian tube and left ovary. I had to have emergency surgery and by all accounts, I should have died. I never even knew there was a pregnancy to feel sad about until I was on my way to the OR. A month later, Jack got sick. My parents were in Houston and I had a broken knee and no money to take him to the vet. I begged my parents to come home. I could sense the situation was dire.  When my parents finally returned from Texas, they said he seemed fine. But I knew my dog, and he was not fine. The next day, they realized how bad off he was and rushed him to an emergency veterinary specialist over an hour away. At the same time, we were being pounded by a small hurricane. All I wanted to do was go and be with my baby and I couldn't. Despite everything the vets did, he died. It absolutely destroyed me. I felt like I had died with him. Perhaps its messed up that losing a baby to ectopic pregnancy didn't phase me, but the loss of my dog crushed me. But that's just my personality I suppose. People have always hurt me, abandoned me, and let me down. All Jack ever did was love me unconditionally.  I felt like I'd lost the only one who ever loved me and wanted me around. To this day, I am not over it. Less than two weeks ago, we had to put his brother, Max down. It was equally hard. I feel like I have no one that needs me and nowhere to belong again. Despite having the best adoptive parents and having had a reunion with my biological parents, I still feel completely lost. I still feel sad about the adoption. I still feel like I'm not good enough. And now I've lost the only two beings who were able to help me cope. I am lost. I hurt. And I don't know what to do. I don't feel like anyone understands and I could really use a friend.

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About Loren Bullitt

My name is Loren. I am a 30 year old female working full time and going back to college. I haven't had the easiest time of things. I have depression and migraines and other bad things have happened (I'm sure I'll get into that). But life has not been without its blessings. I was adopted as an infant by the best parents on the planet and they've stood by me through it all. This is my blog. This is me living my truth and coming to terms. Hopefully someone else will read an article or two and be helped as well. Anyway, God Bless. and Welcome to my crazy life. I am interested in freelance writing if you are looking and like what you read.

2 Comments

  1. Scott Paul Morgan on November 5, 2018 at 6:30 pm

    Hey Loren,

    I understand what it feels like to not be able to trust. Take it from an older adopted with an adopted sister.. we tend to distrust easily because in our minds we’ve had the ultimate trust broken already… the bond between mother and child.

    I also suffer from major depression and have to find purpose in life constantly to keep from sinking in on myself. Structure your life. Go to college. Work everyday and take The AncestryDNA test. Once you find family and friends to connect with you’ll have a more complete self-identity and feelings of being complete. Nobody can define who you are from one hour to the next… that is the power of an adoptee.. to move on. Think of yourself as Supergirl… you crashlanded on Earth… a family took care of you and you know somewhere out there in the universe is family. Whether or not you ever find them, you make your family up of whom you choose to.

    Chin up, you got friends who understand and remember that big “S” on your Supergirl costume means “hope”… ✊🏻🙂. Thanks for following my blog.

    • Loren Bullitt on November 5, 2018 at 7:27 pm

      thank you, Scott. You have no idea how much your comment helped and meant to me.

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