Forgiveness has always been a struggle for me. When someone apologizes for hurting me, makes amends, and improves their behavior moving forward, then it’s pretty easy to forgive and forget. However, that hardly ever happens. What almost always happens is somebody apologizes, I say it’s ok, and then they keep repeating that same behavior. In those cases, I often start feeling resentful once I notice that pattern. Rather than true forgiveness, my saying that it’s ok is intended to avoid conflict or an uncomfortable confrontation. Lingering resentment over chronic hurtful behavior alongside growing frustration over the fear of talking with the other person about it have ruined many relationships.
However, forgiving myself is even more difficult than forgiving others. After doing lots of emotional releasing this year, I’ve come to believe that self-forgiveness is the missing piece of the puzzle. I often feel resentment toward myself over ways I’ve hurt others throughout my life (both intentional and unintentional), times I let others walk all over me, and great opportunities I let pass me by. Almost every day, I react in horror to memories ranging anywhere from as recently as this week to as far back as several decades over things I wish I’d done differently. It’s hard to then avoid being exceptionally hard on myself, even when I’ve long been forgiven by those who got hurt.
That seems to be changing. Recently, I felt good enough in a cool bath after doing some cardio to delve into some old guilt and shame. That was when I remembered that MDMA works so well because it makes one feel safe enough to explore the pain and trauma and release it gently. The cool bath provided that for me. I found it much easier than usual to look at things I’d normally avoid and give myself grace. Even though that bath was only about 16 minutes long, I still felt much better afterward.
Forgiveness is also helping me heal the many regrets I have around how I interacted with my dog Sawyer. A recent realization is how many years I spent hoping to find a certain kind of love from other humans without realizing that Sawyer was already giving me that exact love. I spent years chasing others to no avail while missing out on a lot of quality time and love with Sawyer. If I could go back and do things differently, I’d avoid embarking on that fruitless search in favor of enjoying more Sawyer time instead. I’d take him on at least one walk every day we spent together, open the door to my room whenever he knocked on it, spend more time focused on him instead of messing around on my phone when we were next to each other, and feel grateful rather than resentful toward the less appealing things (taking him outside, cleaning him up when he got dirty, etc.) as they were still times we got to be together. There is a lot of pain from those failings, and even more from knowing that I can’t change any of them. Since I don’t want to carry this pain around for the rest of my life, the only other option is to release it through self-forgiveness.
I wonder if forgiving myself will make it easier to forgive others and make me feel less stressed over what they have done, are doing, and will do. The freer I am from pain, the less anyone can hurt me. I know that from experience during some extended periods of deep peace in which little to nothing bothered me, including what those around me did. Along with forgiving myself, giving myself permission to do things I enjoy that hurt nobody and that others may think are weird seems to make me care less when others do harmless things that I find weird. Along with that, if somebody questions me or tries to get me to change, I know that I can always decline and continue doing as I like without apology or defensiveness. That’s a nice option to have, and I hope I get better at using it.
Although I’ve felt much better since I started focusing more on forgiving myself, there’s still a lot left to forgive. This is such a struggle for me because of all the guilt and shame others forced on me throughout my upbringing. That gradually made me hate myself and think I’m an awful human. No amount of hearing others say nice things about me has ever improved how I see myself for more than a few minutes. If anything, it’s kept me dependent on receiving constant praise; when that’s absent, I can quickly get into some dark places. Only letting go of that negative self-image has ever brought me any kind of lasting peace. That’s why I’m having to do a lot of emotional releases and empathic listening for myself whenever the negative inner voices resurface, especially with my recent health issues. Those self-care practices have helped me feel a lot better lately.
I’m sure that the lingering guilt and shame over past mistakes in all kinds of relationships is a huge part of why I still can fall into people pleasing tendencies and want to spend so much time alone. I’ll be interested to see if I develop more courage to interact with others and shape those interactions in ways that take my interests into account as I continue forgiving myself and releasing that old guilt and shame. Every time I found a missing piece of the puzzle from previous healing journeys, everything clicked into place right away. I hope that’ll be the case with this lifelong healing journey as well.