Forgiving myself was always a more difficult task than forgiving others because the lines between condemnation and conviction always seem to be skewed. I gave everyone else permission and excuses to be human, make mistakes, or make wrong decisions; but, I held myself to a caliber and expectation that was not healthy or attainable. Whether I harped on old issues with fresh eyes, struggled to release regret, or replay the parts I played in the pains I experienced like a broken record - I carried weights of shame, anger, insecurity, resentment, and fear to the point where it made more sense to focus on my faults than to release them.

Thinking about Wayne Fields.

Do you reference stories from Michael Gallagher era of Archie comics

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