I'm haing trouble dealing with the fact that i was adopted. I know it sounds crazy , like i can't even begin to explain.

My adopted mother held things back from me until this year. To tell you the truth she even lied to me once about it. I asked he once before if she knew my birth mothers name and she had told me no.

I found out in Feb. that it was lie not only did she know her name she also knew that i had a sister and a brother who died at birth. I don't even know his name.

And it bothering me so much like i can't even begin to explain it really but its always there. Just kind of there in mind.

I can't really shake it and i don't know why. I always think about it.