Everyone has a past. Good or bad. That’s just the nature of being beautiful, flawed, giant sucking things that, you know, breathe. We’ve experienced people treating us like shit, or ourselves treating others like shit. Or maybe you have just treated yourself like shit for years. I’m here to tell you: THAT’S OKAY.
Now, when I say “that’s okay,” I’m not saying that you should CONTINUE this behavior. (Stop smacking your Uncle Sal with a fish, Bobby.) I’m saying that it’s okay that this has been your PAST experience.
Everything we deal with in life teaches us a lesson. The important thing is that we acknowledge the things we experience for what they are. Continuing the same cycle over and over, when we’ve already learned that it’s shit for us, is a bazillion percent unhealthy. (Coming from someone who is still currently stuck in a cycle…)
That being said…
Never feel guilty about your broken bacon. We all have broken bacon. Our past can cause serious anxiety and/or regret when we feed it so much of our brain power.
But here’s the thing about broken bacon: the more pieces you have, the more there is to share.
For example, when I was in the psych ward for being suicidal several years back, I was embarrassed, full of guilt, and completely depressed. It was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life.
But I learned A LOT from it, and if it had never happened, I never would have learned to connect with my bacon. Not only that, but I also suddenly had all of this wisdom from my experience that I’ve been able to share with family members, friends, and all you Internet gremlins.
Broken bacon adds flavor to our life stories. These stories are meant to be shared with others in some shape or form, adding even more flavor to this twisted, beautifully flawed-but-diverse world of ours. It helps us connect with each other and give meaning to our lives.
Even though the broken bacon feels distressing and too much to handle in the moment, when we eventually look back on it, we know we wouldn’t change that chapter of our lives for anything. We would never go back to it, because let’s be honest: it really sucked to live it. But if it had never existed, we’d forever be floppy, uncooked bacon, getting moldy on a plate in the back corner of the kitchen counter.
Broken bacon can range from situations, contexts, or other people outside our control, to the extensive number of questionable decisions or mistakes we ourselves make. You can’t ignore that it’s there; you can’t glue bacon back together and expect it to taste good. (Please don’t do that, I don’t wanna get sued if you die.) But what you do with the pieces is what matters most.
I used to be a major tattle tale. This made me a not-so-great sibling. My siblings couldn’t confide in me about trouble they were in because they knew I’d just go blab it to our parents.
As an adult, I realized how sucky that was of me. I used to agonize over how awful I was, full of guilt and anxiety over the person I had been.
That’s NOT how you should deal with broken bacon.
Today, I use that broken bacon to help me be more of a nonjudgmental person. I also use it to remind myself that I, too, am allowed to make mistakes and be honest about them, which helps me better connect both with my siblings and friends.
If it weren’t for that broken bacon, I wouldn’t have cared as much about other people as I do today. I have a new appreciation for mistakes, which also helps me be more forgiving with myself.
Don’t throw away your broken bacon pieces. But don’t let them define you either. Use them to share your story, to help others embrace their bacon. And unlike actual bacon, you can never run out of your internal supply. Most likely, there’s more broken bacon to come, so buckle up, Johnny!
And put the fish down, Bobby… shhhhhh, hush… It’s time.