The love of my life had an affair …. not once, not twice but three times … with the same person. Forgiveness came after I was able to make peace with myself. I say it all the time – therapy saved me from myself; it saved my life.

Find someone to talk to. Someone who is neutral and can hold space for you without trying to be a fixer. Oftentimes just getting things out of our heads and giving them a voice is enough to turn the ship of blaming ourselves, shame, regret and guilt around.

I keep saying there needs to be another option for those who either are hesitant or non-trusting of therapy or who may not be able to afford therapy. Others should be afforded the opportunity to receive help by those who hold that sacred space for those who know (or at least hope) they are able to come to their own answers & solutions if only they had a safe space to verbally purge all of their inner chatter. I know it’s possible because that is what my therapist has been for me – it’s not been therapy for a long time. No, I pay someone to listen, maybe ask a question I’ve not thought of or ask the what if’s. As I talk and verbally process … the answers come.