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Personally, I’ve never been good at showing myself any type of kindness when I make a mistake. My natural instinct isn’t to forgive myself. Instead, I internalize it and let it consume me entirely.

It’s always been difficult for me to let go of things I’ve done wrong. Mistakes feel deeply personal — almost like a reflection of who I am rather than what simply happened. When I make a mistake, I don’t just feel disappointment; I feel criticized, rejected, and judged. Even when no one says a word, I imagine their disapproval, and it feels like my character is being attacked.

When Shame Takes Over

Criticism is something I’ve never handled well. Honestly, I already know my flaws — I live with them every day — so when someone else points them out, it feels like rubbing salt on a fresh wound. I replay it over and over, thinking about what I could’ve done differently, how I should’ve known better, and why I can’t just get it right.

One moment that’s stayed with me for years happened when I worked as a store associate at a restaurant. I was carrying a tray of hot soup when it suddenly slipped out of my hands, spilling onto one of the guests.

In that instant, my heart dropped. I felt horrible — horrified, embarrassed, and downright like an awful person. I panicked, completely overwhelmed by guilt and shame.

I remember rushing outside to regain my composure, tears streaming down my face as I tried to calm myself down. I was crying hysterically, in full meltdown mode, feeling like I had ruined everything. I think my manager may have let me leave early that day, but even after I got home, I couldn’t stop replaying the moment.

Still to this day, it remains one of my most embarrassing and panic-filled memories — one of those moments where your body remembers the feeling long after your mind tries to move on.

The Weight of Holding On

When I mess up and make a mistake, I don’t just move on. I carry it with me for minutes, hours, days, sometimes even years. Once I make a mistake, I never forget it — because in my mind, remembering means I’ll never repeat it.

It’s a form of self-protection, but also a form of self-punishment. My intentions are good, but the impact is heavy. Carrying shame doesn’t make me better — it only makes me smaller.

Learning to Show Myself Grace

Lately, I’ve been trying to give myself more leniency and grace. I’m learning that mistakes don’t have to define me — they can instead guide me. I’ve realized that most feedback is meant to be helpful, not personal.

Sometimes, showing kindness to myself means reminding myself that I’m only human — and I’m allowed to make mistakes. Other times, I’ll cry it out and let the emotions pass through instead of holding them hostage inside.

Often, I still want to run away from the discomfort or overanalyze every little detail, but I’m learning to pause, breathe, and speak gently to myself instead of tearing myself down.

Practical Ways to Practice Self-Kindness

If you also struggle to forgive yourself, here are a few things that help me soften around my mistakes:

1. Name the emotion, not the identity.

Instead of saying “I’m so stupid,” try “I’m feeling embarrassed right now.” It reminds you that emotions are temporary, not definitions of who you are.

2. Offer yourself the words you’d say to a friend.

If a friend made the same mistake, would you judge them harshly — or comfort them? You deserve that same compassion.

3. Breathe before you spiral.

Take a few slow, intentional breaths. This helps calm the nervous system and quiet that flood of self-blame before it grows louder.

4. Let yourself release it physically.

Cry, stretch, journal, or take a walk. Your body needs a way to let go of the tension your mind holds onto.

5. Rewrite the story.

Instead of “I failed,” try “I learned.” Mistakes often carry wisdom — if you let them.

The Gentle Art of Forgiveness

I’m learning that growth isn’t about perfection — it’s about compassion. I’ll always make mistakes, but I don’t have to let them define me.

Kindness, I’m finding, begins with the way I speak to myself when things go wrong. And maybe that’s where true healing starts — in the quiet moments when I choose to forgive myself.#MentalHealth #selfcare #SocialAnxiety

Every story has ups and downs — and every moment counts. 💙

What’s one thing you’re doing for yourself today?

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One of the things I do for self-care is practice Buddhism. It is calming, grounding, and centering. The philosophy focuses on the middle way. It does not focus on extremes. The philosophy constantly reminds you to be mindful in all your activities, and to think things through before you fly off the handle and react to something. It teaches you to live intentionally, and to act as a citizen of the world while remaining active at a local level. I find the rituals involved in Buddhist practice help relive anxiety and, to a certain extent, depression. I have been practicing Buddhism for about 17 years, and I find that it makes me a happier and better person.#Buddhism #Depression #Spirituality #selfcare

People see me resting and think I’m lazy.

They don’t see the invisible battle I fight just to get out of bed.

They don’t see how much it takes to smile, to function, to seem OK.

I’m not lazy. I’m surviving.

Have you ever been misunderstood like this? Share below. Let’s remind each other: rest is not weakness.#MentalHealth #ChronicFatigue #selfcare #CrohnsDisease

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