I have realised that I have to accept that the old me was wrong about a lot of things. Especially that I tried to cure all emotional issues with PMO. Therefore I thought PMO was my friend. The friend keeps popping into my head when I try to give up, because I am holding onto the past. If I accept I was wrong it feels like I have wasted my life. But it seems that the only way to move on is to accept the past was wrong. The person I was my whole life was wrong and I need to become a new person.