I sometimes (lots of times?) experience myself unacceptable and the world as hell. At some other times I realise that this is wrong, it must be wrong.

I also realise that I need someone to teach me how to accept myself because I can't do it alone and my parents failed to do it for me. I need someone who accepts himself, accepts the world and also accepts me. I have been lucky enough to find this person in my therapist but I think in principle, it could be someone else too.

I personally adore small children, regardless of whether they are joyful or throwing a tantrum or serious or playful or whatever. When I look at them I feel they sort of show me something my parents took away from me - the right to be spontaneous, the right to feel and be emotional, to want things, to dislike and hate other things. To me, these random small adorable children demonstrate how to be accepted in the world.