Relationships

Chemistry, calm, and why I had it backwards for much of my life March 30, 2026 I was adopted. I was separated from my birth mother at birth, and then from a foster mother at about five months when I was adopted by my mom and dad. I don’t have conscious memories of either transition — but my nervous system does. What some call the “primal wound” left me with a fear of abandonment that quietly shaped how I understood love for much of my life. What it reinforced — and our cultur