It’s hard to forgive other people, but it’s far more difficult to forgive ourselves. I know this is true, because I’ve struggled with it for years.
I listened to a podcast episode tonight about how victims of narcissists often lash out at other people in behavior that seems remarkably similar to the behavior that was done to them. I’ve known for years that this is true, but I prefer to avoid the subject.
Thinking about it makes me feel guilt and shame. I struggle to give myself the grace of self-compassion and forgiveness.
I’ve talked with you over and over about my struggles with coming to understand the narcissistic abuse I went through as a child. The thing I seem to have struggled with the most are my fears of having learned too many of my father’s dysfunctional ways. (Here‘s an example from about 18 months ago.)
As I listened to the podcast discussion tonight of how easy it is for victims to repeat some forms of what was done to them, I felt the shame return — and I was reminded that I still haven’t mastered how to give myself compassion and forgiveness.

Why do so many of us stay where we know we’ll remain miserable?
Do political labels make things clear or just confuse everyone?
If you want permission to skip that Super Bowl party, here it is
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A tax on folks who can’t do math? Winning may be worst possibility
Illusions we project for others allow us to remain hidden inside
Well-meaning parents stifle kids by trying to make their decisions
Sad, but true: Neither Ron Paul nor any libertarian has chance to win