{"id":176,"date":"2013-10-10T21:24:48","date_gmt":"2013-10-10T20:24:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/?p=176"},"modified":"2013-10-10T21:24:48","modified_gmt":"2013-10-10T20:24:48","slug":"unforgiven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/archives\/176","title":{"rendered":"Unforgiven"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I messed up.<\/p>\n<p>In fact I&#8217;ve messed up loads and loads of time with loads and loads of different people. I didn&#8217;t have a great sense of &#8216;self&#8217; in my younger years, I knew who I thought I ought to be, but I didn&#8217;t really understand and certainly did not accept who I am.<\/p>\n<p>So much of my journey therefore has been about peeling back the layers of expectation and false belief to find Me and on the way I have shed friends, just as I have shed layers.<\/p>\n<p>Mostly, they were discarded because they knew the &#8216;me&#8217; I was trying to dispel, the one who was so deeply unhappy and the one who, even I, couldn&#8217;t quite fathom. So often parts of them represented where I felt I should be and I wasn&#8217;t; whether that was career status, relationship security or simply a sense of contentedness in a life that to me felt like an extreme, stomach churning, fairground ride. However, in these moments of leaving, I hadn&#8217;t figured any of this out, I just knew I was suffocating in the life I was living and I needed to change things and some of those things included friends who&#8217;d been around the block with me. The type of friends who&#8217;d pulled me away from drunken shambolic decisions, the friends who answered the phone at 2am, the ones who I really really laughed with. I know that I needed to make the choice that I did, I know I needed separation to seek clarity, because within the friendships was also a lifestyle that was slowly killing me; but I didn&#8217;t do it kindly and I didn&#8217;t do it fairly.<\/p>\n<p>In the film &#8216;when a man loves a woman&#8217;&#8230; Meg Ryan walks her sobering steps away from alcoholism and those cleansing moments of naming her shame, of apologising for her mistakes, rest with me. I have apologised to my past friends, but I feel unforgiven. I dream of them so often, there is something in my psyche that is uneasy and agitated. I cannot force anyone to forgive my past misdemeanours and for my part the recollection of how these break-ups finally occurred is so hazy that it is sometimes hard to offer the complete apology, but<em> <\/em>I do know that I need to find peace. These dreams need to stop; I need to forgive myself too for hurting those that cared for me. <em><\/em><\/p>\n<p>Therein lies my answer, the mirror never lies, I am unforgiven because I have not forgiven myself. I would like them to release me, but instead the work is with me. To say that as a friend, I am &#8216;good enough&#8217;, not great, not terrible, not always at the end of the phone, sometimes with wise words, with irritation, with love, with joy and with sadness. I am.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I messed up. In fact I&#8217;ve messed up loads and loads of time with loads and loads of different people. I didn&#8217;t have a great sense of &#8216;self&#8217; in my younger years, I knew who I thought I ought to be, but I didn&#8217;t really understand and certainly did not accept who I am. So &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/archives\/176\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Unforgiven&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-176","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-holistic-health-emotional-healing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/176","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=176"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/176\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":178,"href":"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/176\/revisions\/178"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=176"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=176"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/soulreflection.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=176"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}