Depression and Guilt

If I stay focused, I deliver the same message to myself.  That message is a simple reminder really. To give myself a little grace, as one of my best friends puts it, a little grace.  Let the past be what it was, and let it lie.

I’m holding a 7 year old to blame for a bad life, the guilt and shame I built up to justify another person’s evil.  I need to ask that 7 year old to forgive me for doing so, my 7 year old self I held responsible for the torment.  Holding him to blame for what happened in changing my course.  Upending.  

If only…

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A Basket Case Study

Maybe trying to use myself as a case study is in itself a symptom of PTSD, but since I consider myself a bit whacked, why not? 

The trouble I’m going to have is looking backwards, and trying to move forward at the same time.  I have to make sure I don’t trip too many times anyway.  It’s not quite like going blindly forward, which I have done more than once in my drunken days.  Wonder I can still see at all.

Why even look back, let sleeping dogs lie and move on?   That’s the issue, I can’t. 

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Depression

I really need to find that handhold to pull myself back up. 

Do I seriously believe a journal that should have started 67 years ago will help me to understand why I am at this place in my life?

Maybe.

Maybe it will all make sense and I can leave it lay.

I will say that the course I took was far from “normal” but who ever is?

I need to keep in mind my “oneness“ and being a unique individual there was only one path, and actually lived perfectly.

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