Forgiveness Reset Story: The Day I Set Myself Free

For years, I waited for an apology.

From my mother.

From my father.

From life, maybe.

I waited for someone to admit what they did,

to say the words that would finally make sense of the pain.

But they never came.

They never do.

And I realised — I was building my peace

on the idea that they had to understand me first.

That my healing depended on them feeling sorry.

But it doesn’t.

It never did.

One day — I don’t even know what triggered it —

I was standing in front of the mirror,

and for the first time, I said it out loud:

“They don’t owe me peace. I do.”

It broke something.

And it freed something.

Because forgiveness isn’t about letting them off the hook —

it’s about unhooking yourself.

You stop needing them to feel what you felt.

You stop waiting for justice.

You stop expecting closure from people who can’t even face their own truth.

And instead, you choose yourself.

You choose to stop bleeding from wounds they’ll never clean.

That was the day I stopped being their child —

and started being my own parent.

Frederic

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