I used to lie to get my needs met. BIG lies in order to get held, get a hug, have someone hear me.
I am working on forgiving myself for that because for that part of me that insisted on lying it was about survival.
It has taken me a long time to realize that first of all, I am allowed to simply say "I am sad, can I be held?" And second of all, that there are people in my life now who will hold me.
Nobody ever really talks about the coping mechanisms we create to survive.
But I will.
I lied to protect myself. I lied because I felt my own pain wasn't 'big' or 'deserving' enough. But I am worthy of care just as I am and to the part of me that needed to lie to survive - I love you, I forgive you, and I'm here for you.