Where does my perceived and all encompassing need to hear, I am so proud of you. You are an outstanding woman, person, friend, sibling, mother, daughter; fit within me?
Or has this always been an integral part of me, that constant search for some kind of tacit acceptance?
Where does this beast reside? What path does it walk through my heart? Where does it tread so silently as to not notice on some days, but with thundering, mind shattering footsteps on other days?