Forgiveness Doesn't Mean Reconciliation — From Gaslight to Daylight ♦ From Gaslight to Daylight ♦ Forgiveness Doesn't Mean Reconciliation And You Don't Owe Them Either One By Hollie Marble Nobody warns you about the forgiveness police. You survive something devastating - something that took years off your life and rewired your nervous system - and then, before the dust has even settled, here they come. Your pastor. Your aunt. The inspirational quote on your cousin's Facebook wall. Forgiveness is for you, not for them. Let it go. Holding onto anger is like drinking poison. And maybe you nod. Maybe you even try. But somewhere underneath the nodding is a voice screaming - you have no idea what you're asking me to swallow instead. That's the thing about forgiveness advice - it almost always comes from people who have never been systematically dismantled by someone who claimed to love ...
I'm Hollie Marble. I'm a mother of two and a small town librarian. I'm not a therapist. I'm not a psychologist. I don't have a wall of degrees or a string of letters after my name. I don't have my shit together, not even close. What I have is lived experience, an obsessive love of research (librarian, remember?), and a deep, stubborn belief that people deserve the truth about what they're going through — even when that truth is uncomfortable.