The ugly truth is...I can't forgive myself. For things I don't even know was my fault in any way, shape, or form. I had some horrible things done to me, and yet I fell into blaming myself for so many of them--the 'if only...if only I'd done this, that, or the other' response took over. Fine, that only exacerbated the whole mess. Then I spent so much time trying to understand the abusers,but I'd already absorbed so much shame from them that I turned it on myself.
I'd like to say that's over with, as I've tied myself in pretzels trying to turn this around. What an awful loop to be trapped in. I've tried re-framing what's even meant by forgiveness, but it never seems to alleviate this trait of self-blame. If someone looks at me (this can be from a huge distance), I assume 1)something's wrong; and 2)it's my fault. Including if the person is smiling! I just don't know what trust is; never had it, how would I know? I've tried to 'just trust' and felt burned as often as it panned out. Then I blame myself for not knowing what I couldn't have been expected to know.
It's along the lines of what traps we weave for ourselves. The expectation of something going wrong is pandemic with me. That's often the first thing that comes to mind; the next is that I'll mess up, do something that will tip the scale, then berate myself for a lengthy period. Sometimes it dawns on me, this self-blame where none is deserved; then it actually helps if I can laugh at myself. Sounds cruel, but laughing is only one step from crying; gallows humour, I suppose. None of which helps, but it does comfort...a bit...'til next time...next guilt trip. Usually over nothing. I must be sickly attached to them; what a sorry mess is all I feel, over and over. If time heals, my clock remains stuck.
I don't even need the presence of another person for this--it's like I walk around permanently enclosed in a self-blame bubble. No person around? Maybe I'm lonely. If I am, surely it's my fault. It all builds and never goes away.
It's the ugly truth, this self-blame leading to self-hate. Here's the worst part of the ugly truth--it may indeed be ugly but IT'S NOT THE REAL TRUTH! I know that, am getting better at recognizing it, and yet catch myself making 1,001 excuses for why the abusers did what they did right up to people who I feel wronged by today. It's horribly odd how I reach for some way to tolerate them, but I have zero tolerance for me.
Whatever will help, seems to last such a short time, then the loop closes once more. What a sickening prospect; a shame/blame game where I end up needing to forgive myself when I've done nothing worthy of such self-spite. As tiring as the blame trip are all the words, mantras, affirmations, etc.; the whole bit trying to dig out of the avalanche.
Blame--there, that's what I want to cut from my list of overdone words. Even blaming the abusers calls them to mind, when all I want is to cut all ties to them, memories included. Or when a memory pops in, to brush it aside as a useless time's done phenomenon instead of something that bids to destroy me now. Walking away from the blame game might even have a double benefit--no forgiveness word to get in the way, just put back in the box of pain, and left there. Then...bury the box; better yet--burn it.
I just want to be free. It's all that motivates me anymore. One caveat left--instead of thinking of freedom as a something-to-come future prospect, I'm sensing that I have a quicker fix--inside me. No blame there, just a willingness to allow self-blame to become self-love via self-compassion. Reminds me of the time my therapist stopped me and remarked: "you've said something good about yourself--congratulations!"
I'd like to say that's over with, as I've tied myself in pretzels trying to turn this around. What an awful loop to be trapped in. I've tried re-framing what's even meant by forgiveness, but it never seems to alleviate this trait of self-blame. If someone looks at me (this can be from a huge distance), I assume 1)something's wrong; and 2)it's my fault. Including if the person is smiling! I just don't know what trust is; never had it, how would I know? I've tried to 'just trust' and felt burned as often as it panned out. Then I blame myself for not knowing what I couldn't have been expected to know.
It's along the lines of what traps we weave for ourselves. The expectation of something going wrong is pandemic with me. That's often the first thing that comes to mind; the next is that I'll mess up, do something that will tip the scale, then berate myself for a lengthy period. Sometimes it dawns on me, this self-blame where none is deserved; then it actually helps if I can laugh at myself. Sounds cruel, but laughing is only one step from crying; gallows humour, I suppose. None of which helps, but it does comfort...a bit...'til next time...next guilt trip. Usually over nothing. I must be sickly attached to them; what a sorry mess is all I feel, over and over. If time heals, my clock remains stuck.
I don't even need the presence of another person for this--it's like I walk around permanently enclosed in a self-blame bubble. No person around? Maybe I'm lonely. If I am, surely it's my fault. It all builds and never goes away.
It's the ugly truth, this self-blame leading to self-hate. Here's the worst part of the ugly truth--it may indeed be ugly but IT'S NOT THE REAL TRUTH! I know that, am getting better at recognizing it, and yet catch myself making 1,001 excuses for why the abusers did what they did right up to people who I feel wronged by today. It's horribly odd how I reach for some way to tolerate them, but I have zero tolerance for me.
Whatever will help, seems to last such a short time, then the loop closes once more. What a sickening prospect; a shame/blame game where I end up needing to forgive myself when I've done nothing worthy of such self-spite. As tiring as the blame trip are all the words, mantras, affirmations, etc.; the whole bit trying to dig out of the avalanche.
Blame--there, that's what I want to cut from my list of overdone words. Even blaming the abusers calls them to mind, when all I want is to cut all ties to them, memories included. Or when a memory pops in, to brush it aside as a useless time's done phenomenon instead of something that bids to destroy me now. Walking away from the blame game might even have a double benefit--no forgiveness word to get in the way, just put back in the box of pain, and left there. Then...bury the box; better yet--burn it.
I just want to be free. It's all that motivates me anymore. One caveat left--instead of thinking of freedom as a something-to-come future prospect, I'm sensing that I have a quicker fix--inside me. No blame there, just a willingness to allow self-blame to become self-love via self-compassion. Reminds me of the time my therapist stopped me and remarked: "you've said something good about yourself--congratulations!"