The most I can believe in right now is some kind of future in which things are “okay.”
A future in which I can reshape my adoption trauma into some kind of advocacy for others.
A future in which we can learn to seek a balance between our external desire to belong and our internal pursuit of self-knowledge.
A future in which I am managing my depression, rather than my depression managing me.
A future in which we can acknowledge societal wrongs and seek revolutionary ways to address them.
A future in which we start to value collective power and respect human differences.
The most I can expect of myself and the world is “okay.”
I’m working toward it. Are you?