Mengapa Kita Saling Menyiksa Diri Novels & Stories

"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..

“No one deserves to suffer like how you're punishing yourself.” “You are wrong, Waldo,” I strongly objected. “People like me, sinners, deserve every hard and brutal punishment this life could give. May it be done by karma or may we be the one doing it to ourselves. In my case, I am punishing myself. I chase it. I own it.” He sighed, and the way he released his breath seemed like he was not happy with my answer. But I can't do anything about it. I don't want to sugarcoat my life with fantasies that would never happen, not even in the next century.

Kaya naman gagawin niya ang lahat para lang gumaling ito at malabanan ang lahat ng kaniyang kinatatakutan. Ang lahat ng galit, at kapaguran. "Kung siguro hindi ko hinayaan ang girlfriend ko noon, siguro buhay pa siya ngayon." Nagulat si Yesha. Totoo ngang sinisisi nitoa ng sarili. Dahilan para mag-cause ng clinical disorder. "Galit ako sa sarili ko, Miss Yesha. Hinayaan ko ang girlfriend ko."

“Years ago when I was broken and ripped to shreds. I assured myself that the bitterness I felt was enough to drive me high enough to never be scared of my enemies no matter what. I told myself that I had grown bold and cold so nothing could ever hurt me. But then, I am quite shocked at myself that I wound up getting worked up whenever I am faced with that stupid face. I end up wishing I could hit him where it hurts. Afterward, it results in me making a fool of myself. They leave with pride that they got me again and for days, I wallow in self-pity and rage. It is exhausting. So who am I fooling? How did I end up being this dumb?” “Come on, Kate. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Every one of us

"…We ask for 'forgiveness' too easily, like a beggar bowing their heads and extending their hands in humble receipt. If I made the same mistake over and over… will you forgive me again and again? Even if you could, I'm sure there's one day you will be tired." "We are fools. If we ask for 'forgiveness' just like that without truly repenting and reflecting on ourselves, we would surely commit the same mistake twice. That's exactly why a necessary 'punishment' is needed. Nightmare will, and must shoulder the punishment of his consequences as a reminder so that the same thing would never happen again!" "…too harsh." "Eh…?" "You are being too harsh on yourself." "If I can't even take care of myse

“They learned how to survive by becoming emotionally unforgiving toward themselves.” “Yes.” That truth settled deeply inside me. Because many people believed kindness toward themselves would create weakness. Complacency. Failure. So instead. they motivated themselves through shame. Through pressure. Through internal fear. I shifted gently into the network. Not condemning discipline. Just naming unnecessary cruelty honestly. “Some people became the strictest authority figure in their own life.” Silence spread immediately. Several aware patterns became painfully still. One whispered softly. “Yes.” Another added quietly. “I forgive everyone except myself.”

"You are so used to seeing the dark gloomy faces around you, a reflection of your own. You want others to be that way. You want them to feel what you are feeling because you're unable to express it. But understand this Sofia, nobody can feel what you're feeling coz none of them have gone through what you're going through. It's not their fault. You can't punish them for something that's not their fault or yours for the matter," "I am not punishing anyone," I said in a small voice. Am I? Ideally, my mind drifted to Kristen's face. I had hardly seen her smile in these past months. There's always a crease of worry on her forehead these days. I thought about mom and her constricted expression whe

My voice shook harder, "I hurt myself because it makes me focus for a little while." Raphael’s jaw tightened instantly. I saw it happen. The muscle jumped hard beneath his skin but he didn't interrupt me. So I kept going. "Sometimes I scratch at my skin until it bleeds because it helps me stay awake while I study. I burn myself in the office to work better," my breathing turned uneven now, "And when I fail something... when I mess up... I go home and I punish myself for it. I cut my skin, I cut off my breath..."