Knowings

For this naïve, young teenager, every morning as I brushed my teeth, I’d stand there looking in the mirror scared, forced to confront fear head-on and put on a suit of armor.  Every day self-terrorizing with wonder, no, worry about what possible traumatic interaction I’d be forced to defend myself against – alone – amid the hostile environment known as the school halls of hormonally-charged teenagers... follow to read the full story.

Prelude to Eruption

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.

Relative Undoing at Camp Shame

"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