Self, I Forgive You

Self, I forgive you.

I forgive you for all the times that you said no, when you meant yes.

I forgive you for all the opportunities you let pass through.

I forgive you for the things you should have done.

I forgive you for the things you did but should not.

I forgive you for the decisions you made that you regret later.

I forgive you for crying in little things.

I forgive you for giving too much, taking too much, giving nothing at all, taking nothing at all, and all the in betweens.

I forgive for the times you messed up with your priorities.

I forgive you for caring too much or not giving a single fuck.

I forgive you for all the baggage that still clings to you.

I forgive you for all the nights that you stayed awake because you were overthinking.

I forgive you for waking up sad and tired.

I forgive you for moving too fast, or not moving at all.

I forgive you for getting angry or not getting angry.

I forgive you for forgetting or not forgetting.

I forgive you for trying or not trying at all.

I forgive you for speaking without breaks, or shutting up.

I forgive you for trusting or doubting.

I forgive you for hoping or giving up.

I forgive you staying or walking away.

I forgive you for demanding too much, or accepting less than you deserve.

I forgive you for settling.

I forgive you for the depression and anxieties you’ve experienced.

I forgive you for the ghosts in your heart, and the demons in your head.

I forgive you for carrying the weight of the world in you shoulders.

I forgive you for the acceptance and the rejections.

I forgive you for the love and the pain.

I forgive you for all the tears, the frowns, the smiles, the laughter, the ache, the heartbreak, the fucks and the bullshit, the ups and the downs.

I forgive you for everything.

And I forgive you for not forgiving yourself.

Self, I forgive you.

Move on now.

Even if little by little, move forward.

Even if you have to start from the south, move forward.

Throw everything behind, it’s okay.

Close doors.

Burn bridges.

Cut ties.

Do everything to heal.

And please, starting from now on, never be sorry for the ways you choose to mend yourself.

The world might not understand, but baby, you don’t have to apologize.

You’ll be alright.