I don’t have to denigrate all I do as not being enough, right, or proper.

I can let my actions be enough, and I care for others.

I want things, and when I don’t get them, through one reason or another, I numb the pain. It’s not even that I would be better off having what I want.

I have empathy for others, but God forbid I give some to myself. I feel fraudulent at times, and I wonder how others could love me?

I feel like a hamster on a wheel sometimes and others frozen with fear.

I don’t need to question myself! I have people around me who love me. I know they do!

I have Jefferson and Ferguson. I love them with my heart. I will give them the care I can. This I can do, and not more.