In the beginning...

Today's entry will be concise.

I came into this world as Wendy Anne Etna Jenkins on November 12, 1980, albeit nine weeks prematurely. I occupy the middle position among my siblings, with both older and younger brothers. To the best of my knowledge, we shared our early years with our biological mother until I was adopted, a moment that transpired prior to my fourth birthday. Regrettably, I hold no recollection of those formative years.

My entry into a new family occurred through adoption. The family that embraced me had previously adopted two other children, a brother and sister (from another family). My adoptive parents had been informed that biological parenthood was beyond their reach. Remarkably, after extending their family through the adoption of four children, they welcomed a daughter biologically.

Do I harbor any regrets about being adopted? The answer is no. I cannot fathom the trajectory my life would have taken if I hadn't been adopted. I acknowledge that my birth mother had her compelling reasons for relinquishing us for adoption, and I respect her decision. However, it is undeniable that my adoption set me on a path marked by a painful and unhealthy childhood, a circumstance that no child should ever endure.

In the forthcoming weeks, my aim is to chronicle the stories and challenges that have shaped my life. These narratives will encompass experiences of abuse, the complex realm of emotions, daily trials, the influence of my religious beliefs, and my vision for the future, not only for myself but also for my own children.

I extend an invitation to join me on this journey through time via this blog. In doing so, I aspire to achieve several objectives:

1. To provide you with a deeper understanding of my identity as an individual.

2. To potentially contribute to my personal healing process, if such a feat is attainable.

3. To offer support and insights that may aid in your own healing journey.

Until the next blog entry, I wish you both happiness and healing.