People get forgiveness wrong. In a wrong strong enough not to forgive generally the person wronged has people not forgiving them for the fallout of said wrong. I’ve had people wrong me in the past that have precipitated the destruction of my mental health. I can pretend to forgive them but I know it’s bull shit. To me forgiveness is like two plus two equals banana. You can play cognitive tricks and smoke and mirror a poker face and be cordial but at the end of the day when nobody will forgive you for the fallout of the wrong (treating you like shit because you’re mentally ill) you can’t forgive them unless “God” enables you to (which for me would just mean I’d have to be constantly manic).
There is a sense to which experiences are more meaningful when they happen communally. For example in the 2016 election experiencing the hope and ultimate despair of people at the All Access open mic made the whole experience more real. I don’t have that open mic anymore so no matter what happens in 2020 there won’t be that hope or shoulder to cry on. I will be experiencing everything as an an atomized individual so whatever happens the joy or the sorrow will be more empty.