I am sharing my story because what does not kill us makes us stronger.
I was born in Saint Petersburg, Russia.
At the age of three, an American family adopted me. I am very blessed to be raised by an amazing family.
Prior to being adopted, I lived in an orphanage; however, I do not remember much of my time there since I was so young.
Based on what I’ve been told, my birth mother refused to take care of me. Then, I was immediately placed into a baby home.
Once again, I don’t remember any exact memories of living in the orphanage, but based on what I’ve been told, I had toys and other kids to play with. The only real problem was the lack of food.
My worst memory prior to being adopted is not knowing my birth mother. I have a lot of unanswered questions regarding her and the type of person she was.
On the other hand, my best memories after being adopted are those spent with my family. I am very fortunate to have been given the opportunity to obtain a quality education and create a close network of friends.
Today, I am still trying to overcome multiple challenges in life, including not knowing my birth mother.
I am also constantly battling anxiety. It has been very difficult to deal with, but I know that I will get through it one day.
I am proud of the fact that I come from a different country.