It's from a book called The Shack.
You can't move on if you have your hands around someones throat.
I had a lot of family issues. I wanted them to be who I needed them to be. I wanted them to apologise to me and to admit they'd wronged me.
I realised a few years back that would never happen and I've been the better for it.
I've forgiven and moved on. That doesn't mean they were right, or that I accept what they did or said, or that I hold them close so they can do it again.
I just let go of all that stuff, because I was endlessly reliving the pain the anger and the resentment.
The only person I was really hurting was myself.
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