In my silent days, I wished I hadn’t treated myself badly for not getting on the better side of life.
To understand that not all my failures in my life were my fault, that there were circumstances that were out of my control. If only I had been gentler with myself, maybe the damage would have been lesser. Maybe there’s peace in not getting all the answers.
In my silent days, I wished I had forgiven myself sooner.
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