Please don’t ask me to stop being me.
We’ve experienced such pain
Both been treated wrongly.
Life has been tough for you and me.
Now, I just want to be treated kindly.
It’s been years of complete insanity.
I’m weary but I am healing in recovery.
Back on 2010 – violently,
An earthquake rumbled beneath the sea.
And devastated the island of Haiti.
Then God whispered to Haylee-
“Can I use your family?”
And the very least we could do was to say YES obediently.
Yet a few years back in 2003,
A young broken Haitian girl felt so lonely.
She lay with a man, longing to be loved desperately.
In two years time, she had delivered two babies.
They all existed in squalor horrifically.
Neglected and abandoned,
In the babies’ first years sadly,
Left them with wounds damaging them permanently.
(And hurt children build massive walks protectively.)
2012, Our opened home, inspected painstakingly,
We prepared to add two more to our happy family.
But the neglect turned into a cry,
Then a howl to be “seen”.
While our other kids’ needs went unmet tragically.
And there began the slow destruction of our “happy family”.
Adoption demands ripped open wounds never seen.
And fear torn at foundations affecting us mentally.
Diagnosis of Reactive Attachment Disorder, PTSD.
Anger, chaos and fear screamed so loudly –
“Someone please help us!”
Our desperate plea.
…. But not before our biological children began to flee.
The oldest out with friends or at work generally.
The youngest sealing off her once open heart ironically.
And our son didn’t get the chance to live normally.
Vigilant to respond to my cries so quickly.
He was always there to defend and protect my safety.
We have lost and grieved mournfully…
The death of our once happy family.
And you,my husband, have suffered horrendously-
And depression you battle sadly.
And I had to move to the garage for safety,
Barely forming sentences because of depression and anxiety.
Years of this battle,
Manipulation resulted in this momma’s PTSD.
When we called DCF for help,
We were charged with abandonment FALSELY.
Adoption and abandonment gas changed us – each separately.
Each just trying to breathe – hopefully.
We have hurts –
And we’ve hurt each other – unfortunately.
No one could have prepared us for this tragedy.
Loss has become our language – a sad melody.
What happened to our family?
So please understand when I pray and…
Don’t ask me to stop being me.
And I won’t try to tell you how to be.