In the past few days I’ve realised that I am actively practising forgiveness. I have been able to look at things from the past and not have them tainted with the pain that was once there. And a weight has lifted. I still have a way to go with forgiving all I would like to, but I’m on the right road.
I’ve forgiven myself for actions I didn’t take when I thought I should have. I’ve forgiven the person who had me doubting certain things. I’ve forgiven the friends who up and walked out. The one who made a decision that hurt so many. The one who couldn’t handle life.
I still have one major act of forgiveness to perform and I’m not ready yet, but I’m getting there. I’m no longer desperate to hold on to the anger. It was harming me more than anything else.
I won’t forget the things that have happened. But I will no longer let them control me. In forgiving I have found a happiness that I didn’t have before. I’m not trapped by the anger I once had.