Yes. My dad died 10 years ago. June 1st was my 10th Dead Dad-iversary. That was the day I decided I'm done letting him rule my thoughts.

Literally, every single decision I made, I weighed whether or not he would approve. I weighed whether he would find things worthwhile or worthless, and I missed out on so many things because I thought he would find them worthless. I punished myself every day for not being good enough. Not being worthy.

He would NEVER approve of therapy. Never, ever. Every time I walk through T's door, I am betraying him. It's not an easy thing.

And people think I was his favorite. So it's not like he disliked me, or even really mistreated me. I was just never sure he loved me. Right?

So anyway, it's June 12. 12 days of making my own decisions.

You can do it.