Restless. Irritable. Discontent. Inside I was smoldering with dis-ease over everything and everyone, everywhere. Everywhere I went, there I was...smoldering. Something was wrong - with me - yet I couldn't put my finger on it. The fire burning inside me was getting stoked, an upwelling was gaining; the pressure was rising, momentum building. I suffered silently, tried to at least, as the smoke around me grew thicker and darker in my mental agitation and physical discomfort.
"Shame is the intensely painful feeling that we are unworthy of love and belonging." ~ Brene Brown, PhD LMSW "Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway." ~ Mother Teresa I've been around Camp Shame most of my life - as visitor, vacationer, permanent resident. I know the camp's location, sensation, and … Continue reading Relative Undoing at Camp Shame