Hey guyssss, this episode is me getting brutally honest with myself and with us as a community. It’s truthfully more of a crashout that I refuse to make palatable, because this is the reality of our lives, random crashouts as we start to metabolize what happened to us fifteen, twenty, thirty years ago. Like, let’s be real, most of us adoptees are NOT okay. And I don’t mean that in a “feel sorry for us” way, but in a “holy trauma, we’ve been through some wild stuff” kind of way. Between the fraudulent adoptions, missing documents, and the fact that many of us were literally trafficked under the name of “saving children,” it’s no wonder we’re collectively unwell. I’m talking imposter syndrome, burnout, coping mechanisms that no longer work, all of it. I had to admit that I’ve spent years intellectualizing my adoption instead of actually feeling it. And surprise, surprise, those emotions came knocking anyway. So yeah, I’m not okay, but also, I kinda am. You know?

At the same time, this is me calling us in, not out. Because despite all the chaos, the corruption, and the lack of care we were shown, we’re still here, surviving, existing, even laughing. That’s wild resilience right there. But we’ve also got to stop lying about adoption being this beautiful fairytale when we know better. Some of y’all are out here promoting a system that literally destroyed our families, stop it. Be kind to yourself, stop leeching off each other’s already-tapped energy, and for the love of God, let’s build community that doesn’t self-destruct every five minutes. This episode is equal parts rant, confession, and love letter to every Ethiopian adoptee still trying to make sense of it all. We’re not okay, but the fact that we keep showing up anyway, that’s incredibly remarkable. I truly love you all, I just want better for all of us! <3