Where the fuck do you fit in the world when you are familyless because of foster care?

Oh man.  It’s been another one of those weeks  where if I didn’t have the pets, I could have easily blown my brains out.  If you are reading this and thinking “suicide is never the answer LT” — please then tell me what is the answer when you are person who doesn’t fit into this world?   A person who doesn’t belong anywhere or to anyone.

Don’t you see, I fit in nowhere.  I’m a misfit.

The “trauma therapist”–Dr. Val– is happy to assure me that my feelings are “normal” and that it makes sense — after all my bioparents didn’t care about me and treated my horrifically and then foster care never “found” a place for me to really belong… a “forever family.”    So she tells me that my feelings are normal and that talking about them and working through them will help.

What the fuck?