I always feel some sort of anxiety whenever I share something regarding my feelings about adoption or the narcissistic abuse I endured for 30 years. I think things like, “What if people think I’m just seeking attention? What if they think bad things about me? What if this isn’t a good idea and I’m not helping anyone and it’s stupid to think I could?” And so many other spiraling thoughts. But I keep pushing through, because it helps me when I write out and share my thoughts. It helps ME. And that’s the most important thing of all.