I wrote a few weeks back about feeling Sad.
Part of that feeling, or, rather, contributing to that feeling is something I’m really struggling with. Something that is making me feel really, really uncomfortable. It’s confronting.
Not Depression. Although it’s that, too.
It’s the feeling of being loved. Important. Useful.
I don’t like the feeling and it makes me uncomfortable. It’s really, really difficult for me to accept.
For someone who not only spent their whole life believing they were unloveable, worthless, unimportant, useless, nothing but being told that by those that were supposed to love and protect them, to be told that they are