I dont remember when it was in relation to my ruptures, but at some point i started to realize and accept what a horrible person i myself was / am / whatever. I feel more accepting of myself now, but i used to believe i was effing perfect, no joke. I had to forgive myself. Believe i was doing the best i could with the cards i had been dealt. Anyway, saying this acceptance of flaws in myself and t are two lanes of the same road.