Whitie hates when she pats herself on the back. Then Mother ,in her head,makes her pay; "What are you so uppity about?"
Whitie wanted to erase the last two entries when she said she was good

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She felt good, confident, hopeful. Then, she questions her right to feel good.
'Whitie, what are you so big about?"
Whitie just bragged that the bad depression was gone and Poof, now it is back.It is strong, poisonous, on her, like fog.
She has to believe that Alice Miller is right. If she keeps feeling the feelings, they will show her the truth.
She has to keep going in to the dark. She is healing, I think.I believe.I hope.
She has goals.Are they too much? She wants to trust herself, respect herself, honor herself, be her best friend, love herself and put that all in a boundary. Does that sound like too much?