forgive my family

I didn’t choose my family but have chosen to estrange myself from them instead. So much easier to choose my friends and to pretend they and their family are mine, but the pain really never does go away once I open my eyes.

My family may not be perfect, but neither am I. Everyone makes mistakes, and while some may be easier to forgive than others, holding on to a painful past is actually no worse than holding on to a wonderful past that is long gone too. There are probably just as many people living sad lives pining away for their happier times as there are people cursing their pasts for horrors long gone.

Try to see both sides of the story, work towards forgiveness if at all possible for emancipation and growth.