i was just thinking about something. about what my t does: she listens to me. to every part of me. from the sad & lonely little girl to foot stomping, petulant 15 to adult me just trying to get along in the world. she listens. And because she listens, she sees me too. And I have gradually come to realize that I am worth listening to and worth being seen. It's finally sinking in.

ETA: I was invisible as a child. Except for when I was in the way. And I grew up with no self-worth at all as a result. It's time to let that go. I'm writing a new life story now. One in which I matter, and I am filled with my sense of Self, a whole and loving and loveable person of worth.