Shadow Work Prompt: Forgiveness, Regret, and Closure

Today’s Question: "What apologies am I still waiting to hear—and why are they important to me?”

Let me say this now: I’m past waiting for apologies.

I’m past trying to convince someone that they owe me something.

And to be honest? There are probably people waiting for apologies from me. Yep—how the tables turn. A year ago, or even a few months ago, I might’ve said: “They owe me. They wasted my time. I deserve to hear ‘sorry.’”

But now?

I don’t want words—I want actions. If you can’t show up in my life and do what you said you’d do… then step aside.

I accept the consequences of my actions.

I’m not fighting to be understood anymore. I don’t need someone to validate my hurt. If I never clearly communicated my pain, then how would they know they caused it?

Maybe I didn’t speak up.

Maybe I stayed silent.

Maybe I assumed they’d understand me.

But that’s on me.

I owe myself an apology for not honoring my voice.

Not them.

Did I tell them what I needed? Did I clearly say, “This hurts. Please stop.”?

If I didn’t, then what am I expecting?

People don’t know me unless I show them. And I’m learning to show up as me—fully. Authentically.

I used to play the silent role. The “cool, reserved” character. And it got me hurt.

Today’s entry ends differently—with a prayer that poured out of me in full spirit. A release. A surrender. A reminder:

“Not everything deserves an apology,

and I can’t expect people to read my silence as pain.”

So I prayed to God for clarity, for strength, for guidance, and to release the desire for validation from others.

I no longer shrink to be digestible. I don’t force people to apologize.I don’t chase closure. I don’t demand understanding.

I choose peace. I choose voice. I choose myself.

Forgiveness may never come. And that’s okay.

My responsibility is to live, grow, and love from a place that honors God and my spirit. Not revenge. Not regret.

Just the truth. And flow.