As a young infant I was able to love without controlling. Today my ability to love is as available to me as it was then except that I know "something" different which scares the love away. The "loss of control" is the "something" different that scares me. Relearning to love without control is a gift that's available to me.

I am also my recovery issues. I am my fears, my myths, my rage, my old baggage, my chaos, and my looking behavior. I accept that I'm afraid to feel. I accept that I'm afraid to set boundaries. I accept that I'm afraid to ask for my needs to be met. I accept my difficulties in trusting people. I accept that acceptance is an on going and confusing process. And in the mean time, acceptance of . . .

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