For Sunday Scribblings - "Shame"
Image gratefully borrowed from Oznik.com
I don't have a lot of time to spend on Shame these days.
I spent years imprisoned by Shame. Shame over things I had done. Shame for situations beyond my control. It crippled me, created fears and resentments that worked to solidify the wall between me and my life. Other people rarely made me feel ashamed; I created my own self-hatred out of my lengthy list of Shoulds.
Others' attempts to inflict shame upon me, I believe, are born of their own need to control their own environments of which I might be a part.
It appears to me now that shame, like so many other negative, demeaning, defeating, destructive emotions, is the opposite of honesty.
No secrets, no shame.