Guilt? Who needs it? I suffer from it a lot, but am learning to forgive myself, even if I’ve done nothing more than not know how to be ‘my own best friend’. I’m hard on myself. I learned this only because others pointed it out over the years repeatedly. After hearing it enough, I began to believe there was something to it.
I had to forgive myself for the abuse. A tremendous amount of guilt and shame invaded my entire being which only intensified as I grew and my thoughts about myself worsened.
As I let the rage and hate go for what they’d done, I needed to forgive me too, for whatever I thought I’d done…even if it was only that I’d been so cruel to myself, yet kind towards others. Hate and rage began to loosen its grip during my daily half hour meditation. When I began to find myself, feel my center, nothing else mattered more than finding ‘home.’
Have I forgiven them? I believe some things are unforgivable. Being sexually attacked as a child is one of them. The best I can say is I let the rage go and let myself off the hook too- and maybe I have forgiven. That doesn’t mean I want to be around people I’m still afraid of.
The most valuable forgiveness was and continues to be… towards myself…