It’s not that I did anything “wrong” but learning to stop the old tapes of being told I was worthless (“you’re fat, ugly, and stupid”) takes time. I had to learn to forgive myself for not always being present as a mother, a friend, a teacher, or as a Priestess. I had to learn to accept that many, many others did not blame me for the terrible things I had said and done during those years. They understood more than I did.