Forgiving Myself
I felt as though this process was something I put behind me a long time ago. As it turns out, it’s not.
I made some stupid mistakes in my life, and while I’m happy with where I am now, getting there really sucked.
Funny enough, I forgive myself for those stupid actions - what I don’t forgive is not standing up for myself. I let people walk all over me all the time. And in an instance where I was name-called until I had a bottle of pills spilled out onto the table in front of me (and thankfully called a friend instead), what did I do to defend myself? Nothing. I assumed I deserved it. And NO ONE deserves what was said to me.
There have been a couple of instances like this (fortunately none else resulting in my near suicide), and I truly regret never saying what was on my mind.
So I’ll say it here.
FUCK YOU. GET OVER YOURSELF.
