The need for Acceptance drove me to stay connected to the man who molested me. What wouldn’t I do to be somebody? Feeling powerless and wanting to be powerful. My need for approval has been my drug of choice. There I was, bending into a pretzel to be thought somebody. My need for Acceptance kept me from being present to myself and understanding who I was. I thought I knew what I wanted from life and what I wanted to become but how could I having never found self-love. My Acceptance today is embracing all this shit as part of my Higher Power’s twisted but empowering sense of humor. I get it.
