I’m sorry to those I hurt when I was hurting. I’m sorry to those I hurt when I felt insecure, angry, or sad. I’m sorry to those I hurt when I needed someone to project my emotions onto. I’m sorry to those I put down so I could feel heard. I’m sorry to those I hurt when I became defensive. I’m not perfect and I see true beauty in that. Sometimes it hurts me when I think about how I’ve behaved in the past, younger versions of myself. The people I hurt to benefit myself. Truth is, hurt people hurt people. I’m grateful for the past few years of healing, growth, and development. The notion of “working on yourself” (besides seeming cliche) is also like learning a new language. The more you learn, the more you realize there is to learn. The more work we do on ourselves, the more work, we realize, there is to be done. Being in quarantine has been a pretty transparent window for me to look at my inner workings. I realize I still carry a lot of fear. Of the future, and who I think I should be. I feel angry. And grateful. I feel sad. And I feel supported. I feel a lot. Often I feel like my voice isn’t enough. But then when I surface onto these platforms and I see all of your voices, I feel empowered. Maybe alone we are soft but together we are loud.
Sarah Eder
Author: Sarah Eder
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