I forgive myself for having gotten myself misdiagnosed with an insane mental illness.
I forgive myself for me.
I forgive myself for believing it was selfish to be proud. I now see that by honoring my own pride and even its intersections with my sense of truth I am able to grow and support myself and support others to do the same.
I forgive myself for believing the falsehoods, lies, or accusations about me I heard from others, or the falsehoods, lies, or accusations I only believed others had spoken. I forgive myself for believing the falsehoods, lies, or accusations I have told about myself.
Treatment for the mind and spirit does not have have to be, and is not something that gets written up or prescribed by a doctor schooled in the ways of how people diagnose one another, but ignorant of and uninterested in exploring me, my mind, my spirit.
As I forgive myself, as I sink into the light and flow of forgiveness, I find it easier to treat myself as well as others with gentleness and kindness.
I grow in strength and can more clearly envision myself giving back to my community.
As I further align my actions with my needs for autonomy, I forgive myself for asking for support from others beyond the support they have wanted to be generous with.
As I further align my actions with my communal needs, my need for understanding, my need for acceptance, my need for consideration, my need for emotional safety, my need for reassurance, my need for respect, I forgive myself for isolating away from community and from love.

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