I wanted to keep feeling bad, I wanted to hurt endlessly because I believed I should be punished and suffer for what I had done. However many times people told me it was an accident and not my fault, it made no difference. To me it WAS my fault and I did not feel I deserved any compassion. Hell, I wanted people to tell me I was a useless, careless To endorse all I felt about myself
NOW COMES THE BUT.................
Accidents happen to even the most careful people. There is a world of difference between harm occurring as a result of deliberate intent and harm occurring as a result of a tragic accident. Something unforseen and out of our control.
I know that you wont believe me when I say that in time you will realise that you are not a 'murderer'. But do you think I am a murderer of Jack's sibling ?
I am guessing not, but I am also guessing that it will be a long time before you can show yourself any compassion.
I know my post wont penetrate the walls around the place you are in right now. But I hope that just maybe a bit of it will find a way through, somehow.