out of compassion for me
I feel like I have patience for nearly everyone but me, at this point. I don't know where that kindness for myself went - I think there was a time I managed to cultivate some, but it feels lost. Especially after getting as sick as I did, I think my brain is in a few more pieces than it was last month, and that empathy for myself is nowhere to be found lately.
It's frustrating. I think of my father, and keep also thinking things like, "Well... his father was also horrible, and did awful things to me. He probably did awful things to my father when he was young. Maybe, then, it's understandable. He was a young parent." I think things like this without even wanting to, and then I feel truly repulsive.
He was still older than I am now, when he did... a lot of things that I'm not sure I can ever fully go over with anyone else. Maybe someday, but... I'm not sure if I can even talk about it. I can't even fathom striking a child (which he also did often), let alone the other acts he committed... So why do I keep wanting to justify what he did to me? Why does that suddenly seem fair?
When I make a mistake, I keep feeling so mortified afterward, no matter what it was. I see my loved ones make mistakes sometimes, and even if I'm annoyed with them at first, I always tend to forgive what happened, because I love them and I know that they're trying... So why don't I have any of that left for myself? There's no forgiveness, no appreciation, no anything... just this sickening weight of disdain & resentment that won't leave me alone.
I don't even know if it's normal to like oneself at all, anymore. Maybe no one really does. I just feel remarkably at a loss.
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