you’re outside, the moon has just fully eclipsed the sun, and you hear me yell in anguish. you look over and watch, horrified, as the sleeves on my “sun’s out, guns out��� shirt start to rematerialize
i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.