Thursday, June 25, 2009
Last Night
Last night, in a space of about 30 minutes, I went from trying to convince someone with a legion of problems including: addiction, physical disability, abandonment, loss, and a violent past, that their life is not meaningless-- to feeling that I was a wretched failure because of a few academic setbacks. Why can't I seem to accept that there is grace, too, for me?
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I don't know what the answer to this question is, but I hear you. It always seems so much harder to forgive myself than anyone else...
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