Sometimes I think I'm too hard on myself. When I'm alone and everything's quiet (or not quiet), I would randomly think about the past and all the mistakes I've done, wishing that I could go back and undo everything, which we all know is impossible, and would end up hating myself. Why was I so weird? Why the hell would I do something like that? Why was I so stupid? I was also told that I'm too hard on myself, and that I should learn how to forgive myself. As humans everyday is a lesson and we're continuously learning, and I think that's true. Some other points that I've learned are:
- Those moments don't define me
- When I'm recognizing my mistakes, feeling regret, and wrestling with forgiveness, that means I'm growing, and I'm not the same person anymore
- I deserve kindness too. You’d forgive someone you love if they made a mistake, right? I deserve that same love from myself
- Those moments don't define me
- When I'm recognizing my mistakes, feeling regret, and wrestling with forgiveness, that means I'm growing, and I'm not the same person anymore
- I deserve kindness too. You’d forgive someone you love if they made a mistake, right? I deserve that same love from myself