I Forgive Myself for...

I forgive myself for being faulty, for being less than perfect, for making mistakes.

I forgive myself for being ill.

I forgive myself for not knowing why I’m ill.

I forgive myself for feeling shame.

I forgive myself for not being able to do the things I want to, in life and in business.

I forgive myself for being less than I want.

I forgive myself for not being as financially successful as I want.

I forgive myself for not always following through on everything I’ve said I’d do.

I forgive myself for making mistakes.

I forgive myself for being frozen by shame when I make mistakes.

I forgive myself for not having enough healthy food in the house to cook a second nutritious, filling meal

I forgive myself for constantly thinking of Marc & dreaming about him so much this past week.

I forgive myself for falling for him

I forgive myself for not walking Goldie as much as I ought to have

I forgive myself for being sick

I forgive myself for not listening to my body

I forgive myself for avoiding taking more positive action on looking for a new apartment

I forgive myself for having headaches

I forgive myself for offending Pradeep almost 2 years ago

I forgive myself for not leaving sooner

I forgive myself for not trusting myself

I forgive myself for not being more assertive

I forgive myself for not having self worth

I forgive myself for not placing enough value on myself.

I forgive myself for seeing the good in people, and not protecting myself.

I forgive myself for being niaive,

I forgive myself for my cognitive functioning being so diminished that I can no longer spell (see above)

I forgive myself for noticing all the things I do wrong, and not paying enough attention to all the great and wonderful things that I also do.

I forgive myself for not doing the grocery shopping today, because I was too ill.

I forgive myself for choosing spiritual sustenance over physical, nutrition.

I forgive myself for not being clear with others of my expectations.

I forgive myself for holding onto the idea of who I though Marc was, way longer than he deserved.

I forgive myself for loving him, when he simply did not deserve it.

I forgive myself for being desperate to be loved

I forgive myself for putting up with so much of Clinton’s SHITE and abuse

I forgive myself for not trusting my gut instincts about people.

I forgive myself for not being willing to write the next section- about forgiving Marc.

I forgive myself for not wanting to forgive him, for feeling that what he did was unforgivable.