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I sit in my room tears forming, anxiety swelling, and feelings of helplessness, fear, and sadness overwhelm my whole being. I’m going to...

It’s January in Minnesota. I’m lost in my own thoughts as I look out my attic window to the front yard of my foster home.  The sun is...

I was eight years old and had just been placed into my first foster home, a licensed group home with ten kids.