J is for Justification. It was one of my worst defects of character. Because of the old tapes growing up, I felt like I had to justify my very existence. I was asked, "Who asked for your opinion? What makes you think I wanted to know your two cents? What makes you think that your opinion mattered? Who asked for it? I certainly didn't. I believed them and had no or very little self worth, self esteem and just thought I was worthless and didn't think I was worthy of recovery. It wasn't until an Indian woman said to me, "Didn't you know that God doesn't make no
junk?
