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The Day I Finally Learned to Forgive Myself

It took me years to realize that healing doesn’t begin with apologies from others—it begins with grace for yourself.

By Abidullah Published 8 months ago 3 min read


Title: The Day I Finally Learned to Forgive Myself
Subtitle: It took me years to realize that healing doesn’t begin with apologies from others—it begins with grace for yourself.


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I used to believe that healing came from closure.
From apologies.
From someone finally saying, “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
But that day never came.

And maybe it never will.

For years, I waited for people to realize what they did to me.
I hoped someone would show up, admit their mistake, and ease the burden sitting on my chest.
But silence was all I received.

I carried so many silent wounds—
Words I should’ve said, things I should’ve done differently, people I should’ve let go sooner.
I built my identity around regrets, replaying them like broken records.

But there’s one thing I never expected:
That my biggest enemy wasn’t the people who hurt me.
It was me.


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I blamed myself for everything.

For trusting too easily.
For loving too deeply.
For being too kind in a world that didn’t return the same.
For not being “smart enough” to see red flags.
For not leaving when I had the chance.
For staying longer than I should have.
For breaking down when I was supposed to be “strong.”
For always being “too much” or “not enough.”

I carried the weight of other people’s mistakes like they were mine.

I didn’t realize that while they moved on with their lives,
I was stuck living in the ruins of what they left behind.

But then one day, something shifted.


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It wasn’t a dramatic realization.
There was no loud thunder, no epiphany in a movie-like moment.
It was quiet. Gentle.

I was sitting alone in my room, scrolling through old photos—
And I came across one particular image.

It was me, around 18.
Young, hopeful, unaware of the heartbreaks, betrayals, and chaos life was going to throw her way.

She had no idea what was coming.

And yet, she smiled.

Something about that smile broke me.
Because I remembered how hard she tried.
How deeply she felt things.
How much she gave to people who didn’t deserve her.
How brave she was, even in silence.

And without realizing it, I whispered:

“I forgive you.”


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That was the first time I had ever said those words—to myself.
Not to someone else.
Not as a performance.
But as a release.

I cried like I hadn’t cried in years.

Not because I was weak.
But because I was finally free.


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I started to realize that forgiveness isn’t always about the people who hurt us.

Sometimes it’s about forgiving the part of ourselves that let it happen.
Not because we were foolish—
But because we were human.

We didn’t know better.
We wanted to believe in love.
We saw the good in people.
We hoped things would change.
And that’s not a crime—it’s compassion.


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Since that day, I’ve made peace with a lot of things:

— The people who never said sorry.
— The friends who disappeared when I needed them most.
— The chances I never took because fear held me back.
— The versions of me that were just trying to survive.
— The mistakes that taught me more than any success ever could.
— The relationships that shattered me but taught me what I deserve.

But most of all—
I made peace with myself.


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Here’s what I’ve learned:

Healing doesn’t come from pretending nothing happened.
It comes from facing the pain, naming it, and deciding it doesn’t define you.

Forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting.
It means refusing to let your past dictate your future.

And love—real love—starts with how you talk to yourself.
How you show up for yourself on your worst days.
How you learn to say:
“You’re doing your best. And that’s enough.”


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To anyone reading this—still carrying wounds you never asked for:

Maybe you’re still waiting for that apology.
Maybe you’re still blaming yourself.
Maybe you’re still holding your breath, hoping something will change.

But here’s something no one told me—
You don’t need permission to let go.

You don’t need them to say “I’m sorry” for you to start healing.
You don’t need to rewrite the past to move into your future.
You just need one thing:

Grace. For yourself.

So start there.
Look in the mirror.
See that version of you that survived it all.
And say it—
“I forgive you. I love you. You did your best.”

And slowly, piece by piece,
You’ll come back to yourself.


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Tags: self-forgiveness, emotional healing, self-love, personal growth, mental health journey, trauma recovery, healing from the past, inspiration, letting go

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