Scene after scene:
Lately that’s what I felt my life was like:
Scene after scene of disaster and me saying sorry. I knew what I needed to do. I needed to change my whole way of thinking and thus my behaviour would then change too.
I hated who I’d become and how I’d let people treat me. I now hated how I was using those bad experiences to treat others like shit.
I didn’t want to play the victim anymore and that’s exactly what I’d been doing.
I’d been saying sorry to a lot of people lately, but the person I really needed to say sorry to was myself.
I needed to forgive myself for making mistakes. I expected a lot of myself and when I fucked up I hit rock bottom.
And most of all, how could I expect others to forgive me if I didn’t forgive myself and take care of me?