When I was about 10, my best friend’s little sister asked me to carry her. We were at a church picnic, she was tired and didn’t feel like walking down the steps. She was maybe 5 at the time, but I wasn’t a great deal bigger than her. I tripped while carrying her down the stairs.
Besides a small scratch on her arm, she was fine. She didn’t even cry. But I did. I refused to hold another child for a while after that. I stayed far away from babies.
Sometimes forgiving yourself is harder than earning the forgiveness of others.
This can really hold you back.
Whatever you did…it’s in the past. You can start again, you can rebuild, you can move forward. Grant yourself permission ❤️