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.

Goodbye, Charlotte (2009-2016)
For first time in my life, I fear not finding love and life I’ve needed
I often need to remind myself what I still believe to be true
Money isn’t evil, but obsession with it brings out worst in us
If you don’t have a burden in life, you probably won’t achieve much
Hearing voice of the one you love can be medicine for hurting heart
Blind faith in our ability to reason led to arrogance, false certainty
Happiness and success elude me unless I’m doing something I love
Unexpected meeting forces me to believe I might fall in love again