The decision to have a baby can be taken for granted by so many. It is only when that decision is taken out of your hands that you are introduced to the world of adoption.
My parents adopted me when I was only 10 weeks old and went on to raise a very inquisitive daughter who always needed to know who, what, where, when and why? It was only when I realised that this information was not available to me that I truly understood the struggles I would face in the search for my birth parents and, ultimately, my past.
After years of tears and questions, wild goose chases and broken hearts I found my birth mother and my birth father and in doing so discovered the answers to so many of my questions. My story, however, is one of many twists and turns. Throughout my journey I discovered I had been living five minutes from my birth mother all my life and had her phone number in my phone for over a decade before we met - but didn't realise who she was... and that's just the tip of the iceberg!
It wasn't all plain sailing either - the first time I met my birth father, in a Dublin city pub, was a very different experience and I had to laugh so as not to cry.
Down the line history almost repeated itself when during my search for answers I found myself a young, single and frightened pregnant student. This pregnancy would later see me face the adoption agency once more, but from the other side of the fence.
Being adopted and searching for answers has taught me many things. But most important of all, it has taught me that if one door closes, find a window!
And in the end, after all my searching, I finally realised that happiness was never further away than my own front door.