Learning to forgive yourself

Sometimes I think I’ll never forgive myself for all those times when I was a kid and there was good scotch at a kiddush, or a wedding, or something, and I didn’t know enough to drink it.

I mean, I know logically that I wouldn’t have appreciated it anyway, but still.

My therapist says this is just a chemical imbalance, but I still wonder if the imbalance is a deficit of alcohol. I try to compensate, but maybe it needs to be hardwired in.

I can’t fix things for myself, but maybe if I can help others by warning those who are still young, I’ll feel better in some way.