…that my mother determined my worthiness (as all children are born to do), a light switch turned on. Why am I letting an emotionally-stunted and traumatized person making me feel awful about myself, decades later? I was continuing her work every day by berating myself in my head and self-torturing as if it was my penance for existing. I wouldn’t allow myself to be happy because I didn’t deserve it.
Jennifer M. Wilson
Love this, so good! It's so sad that they couldn't have the self-awareness to show the love to their kids that they themselves were missing. I feel you with this. You write it out so well!