Guilt liked to point a bony finger at me until I belittled myself. And it broke my heart to watch someone I cared about visibly shake when guilt viciously harassed her too. If only she could have been free of it. I write about her in past-tense because she has passed away. One day asContinue reading “Being Free of Guilt”
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