I am working on accepting myself fully, all parts of myself. But sometimes at night, I think about things I wish I could go back and say I'm sorry for. Things that aren't big enough to reach out to people I haven't spoken to in over a decade. To the younger kid who made fun of my art that I then tripped to the floor—I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have reacted with violence of any kind, even if I felt humiliated. To the guy I dated in high school because I didn't know how to say no, your heartbreak at my indifference was valid. To the college boyfriend I ghosted because I felt nothingness while getting treatment for clinical depression, I'm sorry for the anger and bewilderment you felt. I'm working on accepting all those past forms of me. I'm sorry for the people she hurt, but I'm letting her heal now. - Human
