I find solace in jotting down sentences in my diary that offer me fresh perspectives and aid. Among these, the one that remains etched in my memory stems from a conversation with my therapist. He imparted the wisdom that acceptance doesn't equate to forgiveness. It struck a chord within me. I embarked on a journey to accept the reality that my father didn't love me, yet I also realized I had the power to withhold forgiveness for the harm he caused. This perspective brought me a sense of tranquility.
Let's share the words that have influenced us on our paths to healing. Perhaps, together, we can grow even stronger.