It’s Time to Forgive Yourself for What You Did
Forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting.
You did a bad thing.
You don’t even want to discuss the bad thing because it hurts your soul to hear it spoken aloud. It eats away at you each day, and you mentally whip yourself every moment you’re awake.
You hurt someone you love more than anything in this world.
Perhaps you betrayed their trust. Maybe you lied. Maybe you cheated. Maybe you broke a promise that you were supposed to keep. Maybe you broke a vow that you made before your friends and family, and God or whomever you pray to.
I don’t know how you hurt them — and I don’t need to.
You know, and that’s enough.
You know, and now you’re punishing yourself.
You know, and now you’re letting yourself become their punching bag. You’re listening to the yelling, and you hear the same words over and over again — you hurt me. How could you hurt me? How could you do this?
Apologies slip from your mouth, and tears spring from your eyes — and you mean the words of sorrow with every fiber of your being.
And yet, it’s not enough.
