I'm in control of me

I went to the food pantry for my weekly visit today. It dawned on me that even though I am extremely grateful for the generosity, I highly resent being made to feel like someone else had control over my choices.

I've probably felt this way for years after escaping my family but only today did I have enough awareness and find the proper wordage to find my truth and speak it.

I resent it when I feel like someone else, my food pantry helper, my doctor, my housing inspector, my landlord, my therapist, etc. has control over me.