What’s weighing on me is feeling like everyone wants me to heal on their timeline. I’m told to put the past behind me, forgive and move on, but healing doesn’t mean pretending things didn’t hurt or letting people back in before I’m ready. I’m also carrying so much guilt about my boys and the choices I’ve made. The hardest part is I already punish myself enough. I don’t need help feeling guilty. I’m trying to stay sober, heal years of hurt instead of numbing it, and find some peace. Right now, I think I need compassion more than judgment and permission to heal at my own pace.