I’m tired of feelings of shame and guilt. For most of my life, I tried protecting the people around me and covering parts of myself to be loved.
I had a lot of reflexions about love, blood and family. At this point, it doesn’t mean anything to me. Nothing hurts me more than having someone tell me they love me because we are blood related, but knowing deep down that if they knew me, they would never love me.
Anyways, I don’t have the energy for guilt or shame anymore. Maybe I have an alcohol use disorder. Maybe I don’t. You know what, I don’t care anymore. I have to love myself first, before anyone else. In order to do that, I have to accept myself for who I am, deep down.
I’m still trying to figure out who I am, what kind of life I want and how to go through this human experience.
Maybe I’m writing this to give myself an official permission to get to know myself. To follow my heart and my soul. To try and fail and try again and never give up. To never again kill parts of me to soothe others.
That’s it. I’m not giving up. I’m grateful.