Growing up, grace had strict religious ties. My personal definition had do to with verse in the book of Romans, nothing more. Occasionally, grace referred to my parents forgiving me for a childhood error. It was a word used throughout my life, but I never personally applied it to myself.
When I first began recovering, I learned how to forgive myself. It was lesson I had to (and still have to) constantly relearn, but I eventually always did so. Whatever went awry in my life, whatever was causing me stress, whatever I was doing that indirectly caused harm to myself, I eventually forgave myself for doing so. But time and time again, I still found myself needing to forgive myself. I continually fell down the same path of doing something wrong.