Poison Ivy

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to fear getting poison ivy rash.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to experience anger toward poison ivy.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to judge myself for getting poison ivy rash.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to judge myself for itching poison ivy rash.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to judge myself for judging poison ivy rash in my sleep.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to think poison ivy rash looks gross.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to define myself as vulnerable to poison ivy rash.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to believe myself to be equal and one with the belief that I am susceptible to poison ivy rash.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to separate myself from poison ivy, seeing it as an enemy that can harm me. I am poison ivy. I am poison ivy rash.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to use having poison ivy rash as an excuse to get out of doing things.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to believe that poison ivy rash makes me miserable.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to thin I must have done something wrong to get poison ivy rash.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to itch poison ivy rash for pleasure/stimulation.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to believe that it is normal and ‘just the way it is’ that I am susceptible to poison ivy.

I forgive myself that I’ve accepted and allowed myself to desire to not be susceptible to poison ivy.