Is there any moment when you think that you were (I hope it's 'were' instead of 'are' the problem? Where do you know that you are the one to blame? ——— I’m deeply familiar with those moments where I can’t help but feel that I was, and perhaps still am, the problem. It’s as if a relentless inner critic refuses to let me forget past mistakes. One memory that haunts me is a time when my actions caused irreparable harm to someone I deeply cared about. The guilt and self-hatred that enveloped me in that moment were almost suffocating. I despised myself for the choices I had made and the pain I had inflicted. I couldn’t escape the crushing weight of knowing that I was unquestionably to blame. It’s these moments that make me question my worth and struggle to forgive myself. I’ve learned that self-forgiveness is a journey, and I'm working on being kinder to myself. These painful experiences have been a catalyst for self-improvement and an ongoing commitment to becoming a better, more empathetic person, but it’s a difficult path, and I still wrestle with self-hatred at times.