Mother used to retreat to her bedroom and I know she indulged in a well felt pity party for herself. It certainly isn’t happiness but it’s not as lost as some conditions are.
I used to tell myself “self-pity is disgusting.” I thought I was horrible for it. Then God (ie one of my voices) told me that feeling sad about bad things that happened to you wasn’t wrong or something you should be ashamed of.
I think that’s true. It’s ok to grieve for yourself and I think repressing those feelings can be toxic. We know the pain of our experiences more than anyone else, so it makes sense that we would feel more sad for ourselves than anyone else would.
I even think if you’re at the point where it’s consuming your entire life, that is not something to feel guilt over, but rather a sign that you have some deep scars that you should seek outside help for.
I think I’ve come to hate the negative connotations that come with the term self pity now.
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