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.
