If you are anything like me, the past can be downright haunting. For nearly thirty years, every day that I got up, I would retrace the situations and images in my head. Battling the thoughts of, “Why me?” and, “Why did it have to be like that?” I had a terrible time resolving my childhood trauma, neglect, and abandonment. This way of thinking and the pattern of behavior that goes with it can be self-destructive, self-loathing, and full of low self-esteem. Finally, a few years ago, I felt I had turned a corner with this internal struggle. Don’t get me wrong, I still have my moments, and they can be overwhelming, but not anything like they were. Today, I must remember that those people were sick too, just like me, but different. Coming from the same divine source, just as misguided but in different ways. I should be able to love them the same way I love myself today. Imperfect, forgiving, and progressing.