I am still not used to the whole "being-gentle-with-yourself" thingy.
How hard is it for me to accept that it is ok to be feeling what I am feeling?
How hard is it for me to feel what I feel and acknowledge it without resisting?
I feel like running away, but if I do, it means I am abandoning myself. Again. and again.
How long do I have to stand the sight of the shattered me, and just "be" there?
Do I still hate myself? If so, exactly which part? If so, why?
