June the 8th

Between my recent reading and my experience I have come to a crossroads where I have breeched one of the core tenets of my existence and left myself dangling in the breeze at the very very end of a knotless rope. Details are not important at this point. Hah! Nor will they be forthcoming in such a public forum.

However, the cycle of blame and shame is apparently endless when you are the target of both. A limitless spiral into the dark from which one may never rise. If it were someone else I am SURE I would have some pithy phrases or past faux pas to relate. It is purely my own garbage that is burying me.

Why can I find no compassion for myself? No forgiveness of being human and flawed?

Hmmmmm sounds a little Martyr-ish.

Perhaps I will just have to apologize to myself everytime it floats through my brain until I actually believe it.