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I used to Sadsomuch, but my account disapeared. I had received some preciouse and meaningfull feedback on the question of does God want me to forgive myself for forgetting to love my dear children as they were growing up.
I find myself consumed with grief and dispair when I think of the chances I had to play with them but begged off to do something 'more important'. More self serving is about right. And now I weep and wail to myself most every day under the burdon of self loathing and unfulfilled nurturing instincts. At work, at home, in bed. They deserved so much more. Any encouragement?
I find myself consumed with grief and dispair when I think of the chances I had to play with them but begged off to do something 'more important'. More self serving is about right. And now I weep and wail to myself most every day under the burdon of self loathing and unfulfilled nurturing instincts. At work, at home, in bed. They deserved so much more. Any encouragement?