Adopted. One word that holds so much weight in my life. It acts as an anchor to all of my important life decisions. Yet despite all this, I have tried not to see myself as a victim of circumstances I never had control of. I have no memory of the first five years of my life. To this day, I have never found anyone who can tell me anything about the people who gave me life. How do you start to figure out who you are when you don’t even know where you came from?