Hurt People, Hurt People.
I heard these words spoken at a conference many years ago and the truth of this simple statement has never left me.
My life, my way of thinking, since first hearing this statement has never been the same since.
My past, as is everyone’s past, is full of history, my history. Through my past there have been many hurts. These hurts can stir up anger.
I can be quite a passionate person, this can be a great thing, but not so much when anger is added to passion.
So when I become hurt by someone, I remind myself that the person hurting me, is most likely hurting. Thinking this way makes it much easier to forgive others who hurt me. I’ve gotten pretty good at forgiving others.
But what about forgiving myself?
sigh…
When it comes to forgiving myself, somehow I can’t stop hurting myself. I speak words to myself that continue to ridicule me, shame me, words that don’t lift me up, but instead, words that continue to hurt me.
Over, and over, and over again.
Why?
It’s a vicious cycle, I realized this morning as I was praying, and asking God to help me to stop hurting the ones I love.
Hurt people, hurt people.
As long as I don’t forgive myself, I will continue to hurt myself, to beat myself up, and so I will continue to be a hurt people who hurts people.
This has got to stop.
Maybe it’s true in reverse?
Maybe…
healed people, heal people?
So I’m going to start working on healing the hurts I’ve placed upon myself. Im going to work on forgiving myself, so I can stop being a hurt person, who hurts people.
I truly want to be a healed person who helps others to heal.
