Things to Uncover

Day 31 of 365 - Man Break
We talked a bit in counseling about the fact that I was adopted.  My counselor wanted to know a little about it.  I told him I was adopted at three months old and found my birth mother at the age of 27.  We have met and still keep in contact.  I like her.  She seems like a nice woman.
 
He asked me if she gave reasons of why she gave me up for adoption.  She said I was the result of a brief fling and she did not even know the last name of this man.  I was mixed race and at that time in the 70s she thought it would cause a stir to be a single mother with a black baby.  So she decided I would have a better life if she gave me up for adoption.  Then my counselor asked something that no one has ever asked me before.
 
“And do you think you had a better life?”  I had to fight back tears when I answered him “No.  No I don’t”.  And then he said “Do you feel like you were loved?” and I said “I know my parents loved me but, no, I did not feel loved?” More welling of tears. 
 
He hit home.  Even though logically I know my parents love me I never felt that as a child and I don’t think I’ve ever felt that apart from the love I receive from my children.  I never felt accepted for who I was or for who I am.  No wonder I feel unloveable and am on a quest to find someone who does love me to prove me wrong.
 
This is where I get stuck.  This is what I do not know how to heal.  I know what is wrong but how do I fix it?