I have also met many who have had great difficulty in forgiving even small wrongs. Their lives have become a permanent sullenness, a silent protest. The harm they have suffered appears before their eyes like an ever repeating film. The muscles, breath, facial expression betray that they are still blocked in an offense done to them ten or twenty years before, and over which they are still recriminating, rising each day to live a life in response to that offense, as if they were still receiving it. Time does not exist in the unconscious: the past is a living present.
— Piero Ferrucci, The Power of Kindness