I used to think 'radical acceptance' meant resigning myself to things I hated, but now I’m starting to see it's more about accepting myself in those situations. Huh. So it wasn't about saying 'this is fine' while the house burned down, but about saying 'I'm the kind of person who panics when the house burns down, and that's ALSO fine.' The trying to control the uncontrollable was the real enemy. Still is, actually. Acceptance as an action, not a feeling. It's not about liking the fear, but choosing to move even when it's screaming. And maybe, just maybe, that tiny movement is the only real control I ever had anyway.