We are who we are

I know that sanity comes down to the realization that there is no such thing as a mistake. I know also that such a doctrine is easily put in practice by those who have a short memory. Some say that the first to forget is the happiest. Yet this knowledge is of no use to me as my mistakes keep haunting me in the form of judgmental ghosts of the past. It appears I have somehow sublimated the Catholic guilt inculcated in me during my childhood into some self-destructive narcissistic sense of guilt towards myself. Bottom line, one does not simply walk away from the nonsense of Christianity.