This is raw, real and necessary. This is the kind of thing you need to do when it’s time to dump toxic energy that has been swimming around inside of you for far too long.
I like to call these truth letters. This is the “I forgive you for hurting me” letter but you should know these things too….
This is the letter anyone who has ever been hurt, needs to write to free themselves, not only from the anger and the pain, but from the toxic person who still lives in their head, rent free.
I am of the mindset that when you hold grudges and keep feelings of anger buried inside of you, they will continue to darken your soul and harden your heart.
Once you release all the anger, frustration, hate, hurt and pain, you too will then be free. And the only way to attain true inner peace is through forgiveness.
When we forgive others, we do it for us, not them. They don’t even have to know you forgave them or are still thinking about them!! You write up a forgiveness letter and then burn it!
If you start feeling shitty again in a month, write another one and then burn that one too!! Keeping fucking writing until you are finally free!
After you read this one, you might like this open letter to myself. SO powerful as well! It’s an empowering and uplifting letter to me. To remind me how absolutely fucking amazing I am.
This forgiveness letter is for everyone
This isn’t to anyone in particular. It’s just going out to all of them. The ex, family, my old friend who I thought was my friend, the guy who stole $1000 from me, former bosses, landlords, etc.
Yup, this is for all of you, any of you and none of you. If you recognize yourself in here, well, ya.
I forgive you for hurting me letter
I know we never talk about the pain and that’s ok. We don’t need to. There is no point in rehashing all the shit that happened or what you did. How I felt then is very different from how I feel now.
I come from a place of peace, love and forgiveness now. Every now and then I do still think about what you did but I simply let it go. I don’t have room, time, desire or energy to think about the hurt.
You know what you did was fucking horrible. I know it was too. There is no way in hell that when you were laying in bed that night, that you didn’t feel the teeniest bit like a douchebag for what you did. Maybe you even felt like that the next night too.
Of course you did.
Maybe to this day you still feel kinda shitty for what you did. Maybe you don’t. I don’t really give a fuck. I really don’t care how you feel today. Know why?
Because I’m too busy feeling good and being happy and doing good and being a good person. I don’t really have room in my head any more to wonder why and how you could be so mean, such an asshole, a thief, a liar, etc. You need to live with that, I don’t.
You did what you did because of where you were in your life at the moment. Maybe you were sad or angry or full of hate or resentment or whatever! I have no clue. Maybe you really don’t like me. Maybe you never did.
Maybe you being mean to me was your way of showing me you don’t like me and I just didn’t catch on. Maybe I didn’t catch on because I desperately wanted you to like me, love me, be my friend, be nice to me. You continued your mean behaviour to me because I let you.
I wanted you to like me so bad that I offered up my self worth in replace of your approval.
Well, time has passed. Days, months, years even and I found something. Actually I found quite a few things.
- self worth
- self love
- self respect
- and peace.
The top 3 in that list will never be compromised again. Ever. The last 3 took time to find.
For the longest time I fucking hated you. Wished horrible things on you. Called you very bad names. I hissed and spewed out your name. After a while, a long while of doing that, I realized it wasn’t hurting you. It wasn’t hurting you at all. You didn’t feel a fucking thing.
BUT it was destroying me. Eating me. Tormenting me. Every time I heard your name or thought of the shitty thing you did my blood would boil and I would get angry, so angry, sometimes even scream and cry.
Life is short. Too short. And it’s going by so fast. I only have room in my life now for joy, love, happiness and peace. I forgive you for me, not for you. I send you love for you, not for me.
My forgiveness letter is for me, not you
What’s done is done. What’s happened is behind us now. Yes, every now and then I do still think about what happened but it comes and goes in two seconds. I don’t let it stay in my head any more.
Got no time for that.
I do sincerely hope you find happiness, peace, joy and love. I send you forgiveness and love. You, my friend, need it the most. No one who comes from a good loving place treats people the way you do. I feel sad for you but there is hope for you.
You are a very sad, hurt and broken person. I send you forgiving love and pray that one day you just might heal from your brokenness and change.
People change. I did.
I’m sorry, I forgive you, I love you.
This “I forgive you for hurting me letter” helps me heal, feel love and let go of any and all hurt.
I lived with anger for far too long. I walked around with a chip on my shoulder for longer than I should have. I finally realized something very important.
You don’t deserve my thoughts, feelings or attention. You don’t deserve another single fucking ounce of me.
I’ve given you enough of me. I’m tapped out. I’m sorry you’re broken, I forgive you for hurting me, I love you….Good bye.
Peace and Love