“Frustration arises when a person fells helpless and continually thwarted in their attempts to accomplish a dream. Staying positive and tapping into the reservoir of inner strength and fortitude that you never knew you had is critical to survival, in the wilderness and in life. Adoptees hoping to discover their roots must stay forever vigilant and never abandon the will to compete.” Judith Land
I was adopted. My true self-identity was an unsolvable mystery—a puzzle and a conundrum. Knowing my birth parents had abandoned me, without a roadmap or an astrolabe to guide me, stimulated a gloomy sense of deprivation based on hurtful feelings of desertion. My heart was hollow. I was hopelessly lost in the wilderness, a curious victim of genealogical bewilderment. I was immobilized by fear and anxieties, and frustrated by a melancholic sickness, knowing that for some unknown reason I had been purposefully jettisoned into space somewhere along life’s trajectory by my birth parents.
Throughout the lengthy process of discovery I imagined myself as both a master detective gradually acquiring the skills needed to master the elegant art of detection and a wilderness survival expert with an insatiable will to succeed. Finding my roots was a difficult process that stimulated me to investigate every clue available using both intuitive and deductive reasoning. There were many obstacles to overcome, but I never gave up hope, or lost sight of my goal. The heroine of this story is hardly a traditional detective, but genealogy, by its very nature, leads to detection, deduction, and conclusions that are not always what the genealogist had in mind.
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