Taken

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My son was taken from me by child services three years ago, but the pain is sometimes still as harsh as that cold night wind. His adoption was made final last week, he was adopted by one of his father's family members. Some days are harder than others, especially when a new family with children moves into the shelter. The pain, fear and anger of their hearts comes screaming into my head so hard and fast that I am blinded. I know that I did what was best for my child, and for myself and my recovery. I have been clean 9 months now, and I am striving to be a person that my son will want in his life in the future. I have been called an empath, and a valkyrie. I choose today to fight for the families that can still be saved. To shine my light, but not be afraid to share the story of my dark days. For out of the darkness comes hope, and the promise of a brighter tomorrow. I have a ritual, a song that I play everytime a new resident moves in, Million Reasons by Lady Gaga. Every single soul here is a reason for me to stay. I make them smile, and they give me purpose.