Trouble Dethly
Sometimes Your World Needs to be Devastated
To learn how to forgive.
Photo Essay: The Thing About Regret Part V
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I was twenty-seven.
It was a time filled with regret. And anger. And resentment. These emotions can be all consuming, as if every moment my soul was immersed and bathing in it. It is so incredibly easy to cling to this because the alternative… is sadness. Not the sort that you can blink away and school your face into an easy smile. It is the type of sadness that rests in your heart and weighs down your shoulders and every single breath you take is labored and forced. As if each moment, you’re paralyzed and another stone is put on your chest until you feel like you just can not anymore.
And the only way to escape that bitter cold reality is to do what you thought you never would. You forgive. You forgive the people that hurt you and those you love the most. You forgive the people that you hold so much anger and resentment towards because you know you’re not even a single thought in their mind, while you allow them to occupy your own head space. You let it all go. And then you forgive yourself for each what if and all the things you feel like you could have and should have done better. I learned that sometimes forgiveness is not about the other person, and it is more for you — and the moment you do, each intake of breath slowly becomes easier.
The Blog.
Sometimes Your World Needs to be Devastated
To learn how to forgive.
Photo Essay: The Thing About Regret Part V
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I was twenty-seven.
It was a time filled with regret. And anger. And resentment. These emotions can be all consuming, as if every moment my soul was immersed and bathing in it. It is so incredibly easy to cling to this because the alternative… is sadness. Not the sort that you can blink away and school your face into an easy smile. It is the type of sadness that rests in your heart and weighs down your shoulders and every single breath you take is labored and forced. As if each moment, you’re paralyzed and another stone is put on your chest until you feel like you just can not anymore.
And the only way to escape that bitter cold reality is to do what you thought you never would. You forgive. You forgive the people that hurt you and those you love the most. You forgive the people that you hold so much anger and resentment towards because you know you’re not even a single thought in their mind, while you allow them to occupy your own head space. You let it all go. And then you forgive yourself for each what if and all the things you feel like you could have and should have done better. I learned that sometimes forgiveness is not about the other person, and it is more for you — and the moment you do, each intake of breath slowly becomes easier.
The Blog.