Can you ever really recover from this? My dm didn't want me, she only kept me so that I might 'serve' her & make her feel better. She said abortions weren't available when she conceived me or she'd have had one. This is the first bond we have, the experience that moulds our brains with our identity. I grew in side someone who didn't want me & it's stamped through my dna. I still struggle with this now, decades later, because I have no internal imprint for unconditional love & acceptance. You can't imagine how hard it is. I keep telling myself it's like having a disability & I need to grow something new to adapt but I find it a struggle. Anyone got any wise words?