Do you ever wonder?

Has anyone ever thought of what it would be like to be somebody else? To have different family? Or to find out that you were even switched at birth? Adopted? I think that it is quite normal for people to sometimes feel that they don't belong within their surroundings. I wish I could say the same thing about my life or family but I have a pretty clear idea about the blood family that I belong to. It seems that I was the puzzle piece that completed my immediate family and I have no doubt that the extended family is also of blood.

What does blood even mean these days though? Maybe this could mean the world to some, but to me blood is questionable. I have felt abandoned for so long that blood is quite a touchy subject yet seems nearly insignificant to my life.

I have found that some of my closest family are not of any blood relationship to me. These family members can sometimes be the most accepting people that I have ever met. They are people who show no bias and are not quick to judge or to tell me how to live my life. They are people who open up their homes, hearts, and minds to situations that I have found myself stuck in. They have been welcoming and helpful throughout some of the stickiest situations that I have found myself in.

So maybe in a sense over the course of my life, I was "adopted."

ADOPTED BY FRIENDS WHO BECAME BROTHERS AND SISTERS.

Family to me will always be more than blood relation. Family is a sense of belonging and connection that happens between groups of people.

Has anyone else shared an experience like this? Or is blood all that you know?

Would love to hear your thoughts!

Yours truly,
Dyke in real life.