Friday, January 6, 2012

I. Matter.

Recently I began to see a counselor. I decided to finally talk about something that happened to me when I was a child.

I was molested.

Last night was a rough session.

Bottom line is, I matter. So many things are probably tied in to that incident. The fact that growing up I was labeled as moody and referred to as vinegar. How my male friends saw me more as an equal than a girl. My disorted self-image. My need to be able to control.

It is a process. And one of the first things I need to acknowledge is that I matter.

I do.

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