So as we progress, you're going to find that I am a pretty laid back sometimes sarcastic person. So when I say I probs should've died, it's because I probably should have on several accounts during these handful of decades in existence.... Here we go... Hi I'm Mikaela. I am a 5'3" abundant ball of chaos. I was born to teenagers 33 years ago, and without doubt an accident. It's okay, I'm not mad about it. My birth father was well into active addiction during my legendary debute and spending Valentine's Day in impatient treatment for cocaine and alcohol. My mother, a handful of years older however was not an addict. The choice was made to give me to John and Michelle. Whom biologically were aunt and uncle and unable to have kids. The thought was, id stay within the family, and everything would be magical. My "parents" John and Michelle were saints. I have zero clue how I got so unbelievably lucky to land the best parents on the planet. Part of me wonders if they knew then what they experienced raising me if they'd choose me all over again. I grew up with parents who never made me feel less than theirs. They gave me a life every child deserves. They married out of college after spending every class grade together. Kinder to Senior year of highschool. Both proceeded to go to college and receive their degrees. My mom, an occupational therapist and Dad for business. As I aged, I often wondered how that could love me so immensely because we were just so different. They had the life that fit in a cute little home shaped cookie cutter. I knew more and had experienced more by 16 than both of them had combined in all of life. So... Here it goes! Bare with me...