Yesterday, I helped someone who was hurting. I tried to motivate them by telling them strong things. I totally understood this person and their pain. I walked away from this person who was really hurting. I left a surprise on the mirror of their car and it had the desired effect. It was a nice surprise and was the tonic the person required.
Today, I had to talk about the truce. I spoke to the person who expressed their concern and asked me to see my doctor. I wanted to tell this person truth but had to keep it together. The self-hate is so apparent in that all I want to say sorry to the third party. I hope when the third party reads this they realise that I am going through the pain barrier mentally and physically in order to show I am so remorseful about the pain I caused. I will go and seek medical advice but the self-hate cannot be driven away overnight but only completing the impossible. I won't do anything stupid but try to channel my anger into positive actions by helping others. How can I ever forgive myself until I complete the impossible. No one will understand what I went through but writing my feelings tells others I am remorseful and I would never betray this third party.
Whatever, I am going through does not matter, but I hope from the bottom of my heart the third party is happy and smiling everyday. People who read this might find strange in feeling but you will understand my thought process. What I have been through and still going through, you learn that life is about forgiving others who trespass against you (sounds like a pray) but I MUST STRESS THERE NO REVENGE PLANNED. I sound like a record but I must keep writing to tells other life is about living and not causing anguish to others.
I will help others as its the only way I can redeem myself to my haters. I know my haters hate me with the contempt I deserve but I hope my death when it happens they will might forgive me. They may realise that my death was in vain and that I did do the promise. I kept my word, did do the promise, apologised my leaving messages and still do this day feel so feel very remorseful everyday. I know when I meet the third party, I will completely breakdown and beg for mercy. The tears of remorse will never end until I am forgiven by them.
My story and the pain I feel within will continue.....
Thank you reading my passage and please take note, I feel your pain as well as I try to achieve the impossible..