I first heard it from my mother, a few days before she passed away.

At the time, I did not fully understand what I was being told nor wanted to believe such information.

It happened again in 2015, this time it was my father telling me that I was from Greece, not Romania.

I wish I knew the truth since day one.

I was born in Arkadia, Greece.

Based on what I’ve been told, I was brought up in a caring and loving family; however, a few months after my birth things changed and I was given up for adoption.

It was difficult being separated from my birth parents. I loved them.

When I was one year old, a family from the United Kingdom adopted me.

At the time, I did not have a choice of whether or not I wanted to be adopted.

Since being adopted, I’ve overcome multiple challenges. I was mischievous, unsettling and difficult to deal with. 

I still struggle with fitting in at times.

I am sharing my story because it may help others who are experiencing similar issues.