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.

The love I crave seems beyond horizon, always out of my reach
Arming teachers for safety likely to create gang that can’t shoot straight
Who’s afraid of a federal shutdown? Many of us hope for the real thing
Flawed bricks can build our lives, because perfection never arrives
Like an alien, I move through a world I can see but never touch
Trump’s rabid defenders selling their souls for a narcissistic liar
Reality frequently doesn’t match fantasy when you know full story
If you knew when you would die, would that affect how you lived?
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