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I slipped my arms around his neck and his hands rested on my hips. “You never have to apologize for that again, my love. If you didn’t do what you did, we wouldn’t have what we have. I am grateful you did it.” He nodded, but I knew it was going to be something he would carry with him for the rest of his life. My darling mate was his own worst enemy sometimes. He punished himself over things he thought were mistakes he made years ago and he never stopped punishing himself. I was slowly starting to see that same trait in Friedrich whenever he made a mistake and I wished there was something I could do to help them, but it was something they had to realize for themselves. I couldn’t change the w

I reached for his hand slowly and he let me take it. I began cleaning slowly while he remained silent. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” I said, my voice soft. No response. I waited for a while before speaking. “This can’t keep happening, you know. If something is—” “Don’t speak!” He cut in roughly. I stayed quiet for a minute before starting slowly again. “Look at the house, your hand, you keep hurting yourself. Why do you punish yourself so much?” “Because it’s my fault!” He spat, pulling his hands away.

"Are you sure? Cause I feel like I am a bad person!” "Baby you are not." Mother says over the FaceTime , "you can't keep on beating yourself over and over again whenever you make a mistake or feel some type of a way Aria. I know you, you are my daughter and ever since you were little, you would always punish yourself whenever you saw yourself doing something you were not supposed to do or that you thought was wrong before the Lord. You would starve yourself when you lied. You will beat yourself up when you found out that you forgot your purse and you came across a homeless man or woman so you couldn't give them anything else other than love and a word of motivation. You love beating yourself

I say. One small bite at a time. One bite turns into five. This is harder than I thought. Eating and counting bites and knowing the calorie amount is difficult to overcome. How will I ever overcome this mentality I've abused myself with for years? "Collin, I'm sorry I'm so... broken and weird," I say like a timid, fragile deer. "It's okay. I think we expect too much of ourselves. If only more people were willing to meet us right where we are," Collin says.

Those days I stay indoors and tied up with no food or water Those days I receive slaps for little mistakes Those days I have fear of insecurities The punishment I receive unnecessarily... Those pains, they kept hunting me each time .. Can I really forgive them?

Sometimes, I suspect she does it on purpose, just to see my reaction. “Or I’ll eat you out, drive you to the edge, but will not let you come.” “No…not that.” “Then stop hurting yourself.” “It is subconscious.” “Then make it conscious. “ “How do I do that?” “By practicing self-control and discipline so you never spiral out of what’s expected.”

I don’t feel comfortable going back… I leaned against the door and thought about her words. I really did try to stop that curse. And I did my best not to hurt anyone. I- I have to forgive myself but that’s my biggest problem. I hold myself to such a high standard and I expect myself to be perfect. But then I make a mistake and I don’t let myself forget it or live it down… I sighed heavily as the thoughts ran at high speed through my head.

"Skipping meals, not sleeping—that's not healing, Jeremy. That's self-destruction." "I know. Dr. Chen says the same thing." A bitter smile. "She calls it 'maladaptive coping mechanisms.' I call it getting what I deserve." "Stop that." My voice came out sharper than I intended. "You don't get to martyr yourself. Don't get to slowly destroy yourself and call it penance." His eyes met mine, surprised by the vehemence in my tone. "I'm serious," I continued. "If we're going to do this—if we're going to try to heal and move forward—then you need to actually be here. Not some guilt-ridden shell who's punishing himself instead of doing the work."

She saw her other self shake her head in disapproval. “ How much longer do you intend on hurting yourself? How much longer do you want to suffer like this? You know you love him so why are you punishing yourself like this? You are hurting the both of you. How selfish have you become?” “ I am not selfish!” “ Yes you are! Yelling at me won't change the fact that you are being very selfish. You are not being fair. Why don’t you just admit it, admit you love him!” “ How many times do I have to keep saying this! I do not love him, I don’t! I despise the word love and I won't love anymore, especially not that man.”

"Ilang taon mo ng sinisisi ang sarili mo sa pagkawala nila. Ang tagal tagal mo ng pinaparusahan ang sarili mo Grace, tama na. You're not at fault, so let go. Forgive yourself so you can forgive other people." Huminga ako ng malalim. Alam ko ang tamang gawin, pero hindi ko alam kung kaya ko ba. Dahil mukha yatang mas mahirap mag patawad ng sarili kaysa ng ibang tao..