When adoptees talk about the fog they're describing being unaware of the impact being adopted or relinquished has had on them.

If that's the case then I was in the fog for 40 years.

I was adopted at 5 weeks old, told about with the aid of a story book before my parents adopted a little girl before my second birthday.

We had a good life, lots of love and care. A good adoption.

At 40 I found out that my childhood teddy bear was a gift from my birth mother. My first reaction was curiosity. Sharing this story 4 months later, I flew into a fit of rage directed towards my birth mother.

Since then I've been trying to figure out how to be happy. 

Along the way I stumbled across this thing called fog.

My conclusion?

Fog isn't what most people think it is.

I share what I've learned about fog here.

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