I’m not lying when I say this tweet brought a tear to my eye
Thank you Jorts
[ id: a tweet by Jorts (and Jean) @/JortsTheCat reading “If you make a mistake, so what? You never think mean stuff about me when I make a mistake”, along with a photo of Jorts, an orange striped cat lying on his side with his paws crossed and face squished a little by the carpet. / end id ]
You’re not a bad person just because you did a bad thing - and you gotta learn to separate the two. Self hatred never helped anyone grow and learn, because you can only do better if you allow yourself to believe you can improve. That’s why you gotta be careful not to label yourself as someone who is inherently terrible. You aren’t terrible. You did something bad, and now you can do better. Focus on that part.
Your mistakes don’t make you a bad person. Your negative feelings don’t make you evil. Your low self worth isn’t proof that you’re a hopeless case. Your insecurities don’t make you a failure. Your fuck ups aren’t unforgivable. Take a deep breath and try to be gentle with yourself. Try to look at yourself with a little compassion.
After years of trying to understand why my healing process took longer, I began to realize that this one was of a different nature. In this version of a heartbreak, I was the villain of the story. I was the one that got away. I was the one who burned all bridges, maybe in an impulsive haste. Healing was not what my soul craved, but forgiveness. Self-forgiveness. And what life’s been trying to tell me, during all these years of agony and self-loathing as a consequence of my actions, is that forgiving yourself is harder and more challenging than forgiving others, but it’s a necessary step for moving on.
