I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve humiliated myself, and others, I’ve hurt many people, I’ve let a lot of people down. I’ve lied, cheated, deceived people into thinking I was good. I’ve been fake, and I’ve used people to get what I want. I want to be a better person, I need to forgive myself for my past mistakes.
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KCBlixen is just getting started.
To forgive others is to stop giving others power by continuing to be angry at them for past grievances. Harboring resentment continues the incident as if it had never past.
How does this translate to forgiving myself? Does this translate?
Kissme_69 I give my heart to you...Please dont smash it...Too late.
Ever since I was 13 I have had really low self-esteem. I started cutting myself in 7th grade, and in 8th grade I was bulimic. Looking at me now you would never think that I was bulimic, because in previous posts I want to loose weight. Anyways, I lost all of my friends because of stupidity. I gained on friend who actually helped turn my life around. I ended up liking him and he ended up lying to me. I fell in love for the frist time to a complete asshole who never had the balls to tell me he didnt like me. Everytime I would get my hopes up he would tear them down which made me feel worthless. I still feel like Im worthless and no one will ever love me.
Looking at all of the mistakes I’ve made…The backstabbing, the stealing, the smoking, the drinking, the critisizing, the fuck up, the falling in love with a lie, everything. I cant stand that I let myself get as fucked up as I am.
Dont get me wrong, I love getting high. (two other things on my list=D) But I have gotten emotional by being high because im so paranoid. I have gotten emotional while drinking because I have no other way of letting it escape.
I NEED to forgive myself, so I can love myself.
Kissme_69 I give my heart to you...Please dont smash it...Too late.
One thing I really need to do is forgive myself.
Im tired of feeling like im Worthless.
chommanee loves the plurality of the aims.
http://www.wikihow.com/End-a-Controlling-or-Manipulative-Relationship
I found many articles in Wikihow help me to understand and conceptualize what was happening to my life.
Charlie is moving forward, one day at a time.
I spent a lot of the day in the midst of a panic attack. All my feelings of guilt and sadness came back to me.
I say guilt because I killed him.
I didn’t really kill him. He had cancer. I went with him to the last doctor’s appointment. The doc was explaining that the cancer was winning, that more chemo would delay the inevitable, and that his life would be unlivable. There would be constant pain, no quality of life.
My father looked confused. It didn’t sink in for him. I had to explain it to him – it might be time to stop the treatment and let nature take its course.
I couldn’t do that, my Dad said, you mother wouldn’t let me.
It’s not her call, I said.
And with that, my father said he was done. No more chemo, no more radiation. Ten days later he was gone.
I have never forgiven myself for giving him the permission to be done.
Since then, my life has unraveled. My marriage ended, I went broke, I became an alcoholic. On the first anniversary, I was on the phone with my then girlfriend, crying and drunk, screaming “I killed him!” into the phone.
The night before last, I had a dream with my father in it – I was also being hanged.
I managed to get through the day sober, which was something of an accomplishment.
I have been stuck in that moment for four years, ever since I said that it was okay to be done. The guilt and shame I have irrationally held on to for so long have nearly ruined me, and have dishonored my father’s memory.
I didn’t kill him – the cancer did. God did. And I was right, it was his decision to make.
Last night, having a panic, I called an AA old timer when I couldn’t get my sponsor on the phone. He said the same thing that everyone else has said – it’s not your fault. He also said something no one else has said – pray on it.
Right around the time of the first anniversary, I wrote a really angry letter to God. Last night, having been advised to pray, I walked the dog around the block, talking free form to God, looking for all the world like the neighborhood crazy.
After walking three-quarters of the way around the block, I was in tears and repeating “It’s not my fault” over and over.
I don’t believe it yet. I haven’t internalized it yet. As I inch my way back to sane, I will get there.
Acco3 is happy for the sunny day of autumn.
I tend to hate myself. No confidence, cannot find to be born in this world. why I am here. I know I should release my trauma of my baby and little girl ages.
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