is it wrong to say that i hate how i grew up?

i just read a blog i wrote as a senior in high school.

it broke my heart to think that's who i was. i mean, i remember doing all of those things. but my brokenness, lack of self-respect or worth, complete desperation for who finding who i was is so completely apparent when all of those memories are in words stacked one right after the other.

i'm so sad that's how i've come to where i am now. there's this part of me that thinks i should praise god i've come so far (which i absolutely do) but the overwhelming sense of sickness when thinking that is who i was is a bit stronger.

i don't want to be from there.

oh lord. anyone who is in christ is a new creation. please remind me i am a new creation. help me let go of the past.