I did a second rage letter to my mother today. I even raged and cried for this second one. I did not do that for the first one. I knew I did not feel close to my mother growing up but I had no idea I had such rage in me. I never felt loved, protected, cherished, special, wanted, listened to, etc., etc. growing up. I never felt a part of the family. I've spent my entire life helping others and not helping myself. It's about time I let all of that go.
