There was a time in my journey of dealing with depression that the issue of resentments bared itself at me. I became aware that I was being resentful because I realised I was replaying in my head all the bad things the people around me, and those who left, had done to me.
I want to make it clear, though, that being resentful and being hateful are two very different things. Being hateful means hating others and wishing ill, but resentment means bearing a lot of pain and anger by replaying scenes in our heads that makes us feel that way.
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