Am I good enough? Am I valuable? Will I amount to anything? Will I be successful? These the questions I often asked myself earlier on in life. As a foster kid I've always questioned my worth to the point where I began to believe I wasn't valuable. I was adopted by an amazing single mom who has dedicated the last 18 years of her life to raising me and my two other adoptive siblings. However, she might not be as wealthy as most people. She sacrificed sleep, work, and peace to ensure that my siblings and I had the opportunities she didn't have growing up. Even when my mother couldn't afford to give us everything we dreamed, she still made them come to life, often working long shifts to cover the cost or allowing us to go with family members while she stayed behind and worked. My mom has always had my back through brain surgery and other significant struggles. She has been my rock praying for me when I wasn't even doing it for myself. My mom has allowed me to chase my dreams, and I will forever be in her debt. Her love and support have been the guiding light in my life, and I am grateful for her. Despite this, I still felt I was missing a part of myself. For years, I watched my siblings had the chance to meet their biological parents. Yet I never got that opportunity, so I've begun to question. Did my biological parents love me, value me, or don't want me? I pondered on these thoughts for years and those thoughts ate away at me for years. I began to hang out with people and do things that didn't reflect who I was because I was trying to hide my pain of feeling left out. I felt like I had to wear a mask and cover up my flaws, physically and emotionally, to fit in. After a while, I became exhausted and drained. Did I need more sleep? I saw a YouTube video where a guy stated that we are often exhausting ourselves trying to make other people accept us when I heard this. It sparked me to reevaluate who I was hanging out with, so I disassociated myself with them. The next couple of months and I just focused on me. Soon, I found a group of guys who accepted me for who I was. These guys pushed me to be the best version of myself possible. At first, I would make every excuse possible, stating I can't do it because it's hard or I'm uncomfortable. They showed me that to achieve a goal, you have to get outside of your comfort zone because if you stay where you're comfortable, you won't take the necessary steps to succeed. For the past couple of months, I've struggled with deciding what I want to pursue as a career. When I look back over my life and as far as I have come, I want to be able to give other kids, specifically foster kids, an opportunity to succeed and give them the same opportunity that my mom has blessed me with, showing them the importance of being comfortable being uncomfortable and getting out of their comfort zone. I believe it's my calling and responsibility to help the next generation achieve their goals, so I'd like to pursue a career in social work. I hope to make a positive impact on this community while pursuing a degree in social work

Am I good enough? Am I valuable? Will I amount to anything? Will I be successful? These the questions I often asked myself earlier on in life. As a foster kid I've always questioned my worth to the point where I began to believe I wasn't valuable. I was adopted by an amazing single mom who has dedicated the last 18 years of her life to raising me and my two other adoptive siblings. However, she might not be as wealthy as most people. She sacrificed sleep, work, and peace to ensure that my siblings and I had the opportunities she didn't have growing up. Even when my mother couldn't afford to give us everything we dreamed, she still made them come to life, often working long shifts to cover the cost or allowing us to go with family members while she stayed behind and worked. My mom has always had my back through brain surgery and other significant struggles. She has been my rock praying for me when I wasn't even doing it for myself. My mom has allowed me to chase my dreams, and I will forever be in her debt. Her love and support have been the guiding light in my life, and I am grateful for her. Despite this, I still felt I was missing a part of myself. For years, I watched my siblings had the chance to meet their biological parents. Yet I never got that opportunity, so I've begun to question. Did my biological parents love me, value me, or don't want me? I pondered on these thoughts for years and those thoughts ate away at me for years. I began to hang out with people and do things that didn't reflect who I was because I was trying to hide my pain of feeling left out. I felt like I had to wear a mask and cover up my flaws, physically and emotionally, to fit in. After a while, I became exhausted and drained. Did I need more sleep? I saw a YouTube video where a guy stated that we are often exhausting ourselves trying to make other people accept us when I heard this. It sparked me to reevaluate who I was hanging out with, so I disassociated myself with them. The next couple of months and I just focused on me. Soon, I found a group of guys who accepted me for who I was. These guys pushed me to be the best version of myself possible. At first, I would make every excuse possible, stating I can't do it because it's hard or I'm uncomfortable. They showed me that to achieve a goal, you have to get outside of your comfort zone because if you stay where you're comfortable, you won't take the necessary steps to succeed. For the past couple of months, I've struggled with deciding what I want to pursue as a career. When I look back over my life and as far as I have come, I want to be able to give other kids, specifically foster kids, an opportunity to succeed and give them the same opportunity that my mom has blessed me with, showing them the importance of being comfortable being uncomfortable and getting out of their comfort zone. I believe it's my calling and responsibility to help the next generation achieve their goals, so I'd like to pursue a career in social work. I hope to make a positive impact on this community while pursuing a degree in social work

Am I good enough? Am I valuable? Will I amount to anything? Will I be successful? These the questions I often asked myself earlier on in life. As a foster kid I've always questioned my worth to the point where I began to believe I wasn't valuable. I was adopted by an amazing single mom who has dedicated the last 18 years of her life to raising me and my two other adoptive siblings. However, she might not be as wealthy as most people. She sacrificed sleep, work, and peace to ensure that my siblings and I had the opportunities she didn't have growing up. Even when my mother couldn't afford to give us everything we dreamed, she still made them come to life, often working long shifts to cover the cost or allowing us to go with family members while she stayed behind and worked. My mom has always had my back through brain surgery and other significant struggles. She has been my rock praying for me when I wasn't even doing it for myself. My mom has allowed me to chase my dreams, and I will forever be in her debt. Her love and support have been the guiding light in my life, and I am grateful for her. Despite this, I still felt I was missing a part of myself. For years, I watched my siblings had the chance to meet their biological parents. Yet I never got that opportunity, so I've begun to question. Did my biological parents love me, value me, or don't want me? I pondered on these thoughts for years and those thoughts ate away at me for years. I began to hang out with people and do things that didn't reflect who I was because I was trying to hide my pain of feeling left out. I felt like I had to wear a mask and cover up my flaws, physically and emotionally, to fit in. After a while, I became exhausted and drained. Did I need more sleep? I saw a YouTube video where a guy stated that we are often exhausting ourselves trying to make other people accept us when I heard this. It sparked me to reevaluate who I was hanging out with, so I disassociated myself with them. The next couple of months and I just focused on me. Soon, I found a group of guys who accepted me for who I was. These guys pushed me to be the best version of myself possible. At first, I would make every excuse possible, stating I can't do it because it's hard or I'm uncomfortable. They showed me that to achieve a goal, you have to get outside of your comfort zone because if you stay where you're comfortable, you won't take the necessary steps to succeed. For the past couple of months, I've struggled with deciding what I want to pursue as a career. When I look back over my life and as far as I have come, I want to be able to give other kids, specifically foster kids, an opportunity to succeed and give them the same opportunity that my mom has blessed me with, showing them the importance of being comfortable being uncomfortable and getting out of their comfort zone. I believe it's my calling and responsibility to help the next generation achieve their goals, so I'd like to pursue a career in social work. I hope to make a positive impact on this community while pursuing a degree in social work.

Am I good enough? Am I valuable? Will I amount to anything? Will I be successful? These the questions I often asked myself earlier on in life. As a foster kid I've always questioned my worth to the point where I began to believe I wasn't valuable. I was adopted by an amazing single mom who has dedicated the last 18 years of her life to raising me and my two other adoptive siblings. However, she might not be as wealthy as most people. She sacrificed sleep, work, and peace to ensure that my siblings and I had the opportunities she didn't have growing up. Even when my mother couldn't afford to give us everything we dreamed, she still made them come to life, often working long shifts to cover the cost or allowing us to go with family members while she stayed behind and worked. My mom has always had my back through brain surgery and other significant struggles. She has been my rock praying for me when I wasn't even doing it for myself. My mom has allowed me to chase my dreams, and I will forever be in her debt. Her love and support have been the guiding light in my life, and I am grateful for her. Despite this, I still felt I was missing a part of myself. For years, I watched my siblings had the chance to meet their biological parents. Yet I never got that opportunity, so I've begun to question. Did my biological parents love me, value me, or don't want me? I pondered on these thoughts for years and those thoughts ate away at me for years. I began to hang out with people and do things that didn't reflect who I was because I was trying to hide my pain of feeling left out. I felt like I had to wear a mask and cover up my flaws, physically and emotionally, to fit in. After a while, I became exhausted and drained. Did I need more sleep? I saw a YouTube video where a guy stated that we are often exhausting ourselves trying to make other people accept us when I heard this. It sparked me to reevaluate who I was hanging out with, so I disassociated myself with them. The next couple of months and I just focused on me. Soon, I found a group of guys who accepted me for who I was. These guys pushed me to be the best version of myself possible. At first, I would make every excuse possible, stating I can't do it because it's hard or I'm uncomfortable. They showed me that to achieve a goal, you have to get outside of your comfort zone because if you stay where you're comfortable, you won't take the necessary steps to succeed. For the past couple of months, I've struggled with deciding what I want to pursue as a career. When I look back over my life and as far as I have come, I want to be able to give other kids, specifically foster kids, an opportunity to succeed and give them the same opportunity that my mom has blessed me with, showing them the importance of being comfortable with being uncomfortable and getting out of their comfort zone. I believe it's my calling and responsibility to help the next generation achieve their goals, so I'd like to pursue a career in social work.