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Sometimes when I'm driving to/from work, I do an auditory journal; I'll turn on my voice recorder and just start talking. Like my physical journal, I'll go back and review previous entries to reality check, progress check, etc.

Today on the way home I was listening to an entry from a month ago talking about how my father was emotionally absent because he saw me for the horrible mess of a person that I am. I was in the car yelling at the audio, saying that I'm not horrible, that I didn't deserve to be neglected like I was, etc.

Is this what acceptance is? Am I maybe starting to be okay with me? That frightens me; I've never liked myself before.

I feel like a budding flower right now, but I'm afraid of a late frost. Help keep me safe, please.

I'll see you on Saturday.
Daisy