Can I be honest? I still carry a lot of shame and blame… for things that I know aren’t even my fault. And I’m not even talking about deep past stuff. I’m talking about if someone’s in a bad mood, I still feel like it’s my job to fix it—that I failed them in some way.
It’s wild how childhood stuff shows up in adulthood. We can be so hard on ourselves.
But what if we’re actually doing our best?
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