I am grateful to the Almighty because I practiced yoga yesterday and the instructor spoke of forgiving yourself.
That is something that I have not been able to put into words but I have so many questions. Why didn't I fight with my mother when she said those awful things to me? Why didn't I tell a family member what she said? Why didn't I leave him?
The questions torture me BUT in the end I forgive myself. It's true that I was a respectful Jewish child. It was a crazy home. I didn't like to fight. No one was on my side. I wanted love and I thought that I would receive it from him.
In the end I achieved much more in life than I ever thought I would.
I forgive myself. I was a child that had been broken emotionally by two very disturbed people.
I survived.
I hope that the Almighty gives me a long and healthy life.
Thank you.
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