When I was in grade 8 or 9, my mom's chronic pain got so bad. I didn't know she had chronic pain...with my mindset of tough love, I thought that she was simply being an attention *****. I treated her like she was an attention *****. Right now, I'm fully aware of what chronic pain is, and I now do helpful things for her, like helping her up and down the stairs, getting things for her, and whatnot. I love my mother, and my mother loves me back.
When I was in grade 3, my brother started calling me names like "idiot" and "stupid". I thought this was a sign that he didn't love me, and I began to assume that EVERYTHING my brother said was a personal attack. This soured up our relationship, and as a result, we weren't very close. Nowadays, we are close, and we both love each other so much.
When I was in grade 10, I thought my friends were leaving me. I remembered how I lost my friends all the way back in grade 3, and so I decided that I wanted to be the center of attention. I started bullying other people, thinking that that was the best thing to do. I did the same things my brother did to me, and called my friends names like stupid and idiot. Right now, I have repaired my damaged relationship with my victim/friend, and am kind of estranged from my other friend.
Nowadays, I wish I could die, every single day. I realize that I can't rewind time, and stop myself from doing all these things. But I have decided NOT to commit suicide. Why? Because I promised my mother that I will not do it, and I love my mother too much to kill myself. Nowadays, I would say that I am an honourable, modest person. I can't say the same for my past self.
I truly am sorry for the things I have done. It doesn't mean much, an apology, but I am sorry. And not just to the people I hurt personally...also, to the people out there dealing with verbal abuse, people who have also have parents who have chronic pain.
Am I really irredeemable?
When I was in grade 3, my brother started calling me names like "idiot" and "stupid". I thought this was a sign that he didn't love me, and I began to assume that EVERYTHING my brother said was a personal attack. This soured up our relationship, and as a result, we weren't very close. Nowadays, we are close, and we both love each other so much.
When I was in grade 10, I thought my friends were leaving me. I remembered how I lost my friends all the way back in grade 3, and so I decided that I wanted to be the center of attention. I started bullying other people, thinking that that was the best thing to do. I did the same things my brother did to me, and called my friends names like stupid and idiot. Right now, I have repaired my damaged relationship with my victim/friend, and am kind of estranged from my other friend.
Nowadays, I wish I could die, every single day. I realize that I can't rewind time, and stop myself from doing all these things. But I have decided NOT to commit suicide. Why? Because I promised my mother that I will not do it, and I love my mother too much to kill myself. Nowadays, I would say that I am an honourable, modest person. I can't say the same for my past self.
I truly am sorry for the things I have done. It doesn't mean much, an apology, but I am sorry. And not just to the people I hurt personally...also, to the people out there dealing with verbal abuse, people who have also have parents who have chronic pain.
Am I really irredeemable?