If no one has ever delighted in us for simply being, it is difficult, if not impossible, for us to know that we are lovable. We may believe we are appreciated for what we do, yet we may still feel empty and unlovable.
If we frequently experienced parental distress and ndever had anyone who delighted in us for simply being, we may even think: "If there is a God, and God loves some people, then for some reason God must not love me."
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