I’m writing the chapter on guilt and shame right now. My own words really struck a chord in me and I felt compelled to share them with you.
Guilt is a sneaky little bastard. It slides in and wraps itself around your heart and squeezes the life out of you when you aren’t looking. It will eat you alive. It’s like cancer of the mind.
I had years worth of guilt I had been storing up inside. For big things. For small things. Some for things the other people involved probably didn’t even remember. But wasn’t I such a martyr for beating myself up and feeling so badly about it?
Carrying the shame and guilt around didn’t make me a good person. It made me an asshole. Because of my inability to leave the past in the past I was continuing to hurt those I love. Because I couldn’t forgive myself, I couldn’t heal myself. And the unhealed version of me was doing more and more damage.
Leave the past in the past where it belongs…