Regret
I am allowing myself six days of utterly hating myself and thinking I'm the worst person in the world, praying profusely, begging for forgiveness, crying until my eyes, neck, and throat hurt, believing I don't deserve anything good. That I don't even deserve to be in his presence. And then I *have* to stop. I can't live like that.
On Friday, I will wake up and forgive myself. And feel it. I will believe that I am a good person. Who made a mistake. And that as long as I completely change my behavior, course correcting into the person I know that I can be, and never do it again I am fine. A life lived without mistakes is not a life at all.











