TWO THOUSAND AND SEVENTEEN

Two Thousand and Seventeen

I have this gut feeling, not just your ordinary gut feeling.

This gut feeling only occurs when I think about the possibilities of the future. My chest briefly starts to hurt, my stomach feels funny, my throat starts to get dry and I find that my body slightly freezes up. I am not sure why, but it just happens.

I am not sure why, but for some reason I have this feeling that this year will be the year I get to make contact with my birth mother. Some may say I am crazy (which I am) but it is something I am struggling to make sense of in order to put in words. You know when you just know, it is like that. Yet I may be wrong but