Apologies. They are great when they are meaningful. Horrible when they aren’t. And an everyday thing with me.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said sorry for something that I had no control over. My anxiety takes over and I apologize for every little thing. I worry that the thing I said last week to someone affected them that much that I apologize a week later.
My apologies are also what were the feature in my letters. Anytime I thought about suicide I was always apologizing. Apologizing to my parents for being a failure and being the worst kid they could have. Apologizing to my friends that I couldn’t be a good friend. Apologizing to anyone who read it that I was a bad human being and didn’t belong on this world. Apologizing apologizing apologizing.
Just stop apologizing. I hate hearing that from everyone. I can’t help but say sorry. I mean it. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t. I started apologizing for apologizing. I know I’m crazy. I hear it a lot. From me. But I’m here to say don’t worry about apologizing. Do it if you mean it. Be you! Apologize for things you did to hurt someone. Or because you bumped someone in the grocery store. Don’t let people tell you otherwise.
Peace and love ✌🏻💕
I love you all.