I have a bad habit. When someone disagrees with me or tells me no, I go into instant shame.
I feel my body freeze while my cheeks begin to burn, and my whole system is overcome with the sickening sense that I’ve seriously screwed up and may as well not even exist. My shame response is on a hair trigger.
Shame. Ugh! I cringe even typing that word. No one wants to read about this. That’s what the voice in my head tells me as I write. No one wants to see it in print because we’re all too busy trying to ignore it. We harbor it in hidden places in our bodies.
If we’re looking, we can see it on both a physical and energetic level in the bodies of the people around us. The hunched shoulders, the heavy bellies, the angry outbursts, the apologetic looks. Shame slimes us all in one way or another...
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