I forgive myself and all those people who have caused pain and suffering to me in the past.

Forgiveness gets mistaken for a verdict on somebody else. It is closer to setting a bag down.

Anyone who has carried a heavy holdall the length of a station knows the moment the handle leaves your fingers — the shoulders drop before the mind catches up. The bag has not gone anywhere. It has stopped being in your hand.

None of that requires deciding the other person was fine. It requires deciding you have carried it far enough. The people involved may never know. Your shoulders will know today.