To Lose Your Mother is To Lose Your Wallet and All Your I.D.

The more I think about adopted people (me) and money, the more I think about being born to a new universe where you can’t get a toe-hold on reality because the universe in which you were created, the universe in which you lived, has disappeared. This also means, since you don’t know you and your (mother) universe are different, you have also disappeared.

You know (or I bet you can imagine!) that feeling when you’re at the airport and you go to check in, and your wallet/phone is nowhere to be found?

The bottom of your self falls out. You are in so much trouble.

Imagine being born to that feeling. Imagine that feeling just kept continuing, day after day, month after month, until maybe the day you kick the can at 92 and croak.

Doesn’t it makes sense that money worries are going to be part of this picture? How can you feel both not safe in the world and secure? I don’t think it works that way. Even if every morning you dive headfirst into your pool of money, if you live with the bottom falling out of yourself, something tells me you believe that one day all that money is going to go down the drain and leave you just as terrified as when you were born.

What if we had protocols to help adopted people address and finally fully feel/release the anxiety, fear, terror, fury, heartbreak, etc etc that they lug around in their body like a full set of luggage?

What would their bank accounts look like then?