From May 8, 2015
A couple of days ago, I accidentally caused a minor fender bender. No one was hurt, thank goodness, and the damage to the cars was minimal. The little harm done is of hardly any concern to anyone now.
The accident has been eating me up since it happened. I’ve been so down on myself, feeling like the worse person in the world. The thought of getting back in the car fills me with dread and I keep hearing the sound of the cars coming together. The reprimands in my head keep coming, the insults getting worse day by day.
But, I realized something today. No one else is upset. No one else is still mad. I am the only person left to offer forgiveness. And, it seems that sometimes, forgiving yourself is harder than forgiving anyone else.