I think, whether we’re forgiving another person, or forgiving our-self for something, the process is sort of like holding a funeral for our emotions. Saying, “I let go. This no longer belongs to me,” can be intensely painful to do. But it facilitates a shift in perspective that allows us to walk unencumbered in the direction of who we are intended to be.
Sometimes forgiveness must happen over and over again. Old, familiar attachments to unhealthy thought processes and patterns surface again. But like animals that shed their exoskeleton, forgiveness is that psychological sort of molting that allows us to grow uncomfortable with something within ourselves that needs to fall away.
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