The cure for shame is courage, and courage comes from vulnerability, and if I am being honest and brave, I must admit I have not been writing as much here because I have been locked in some shame jail, feeling terribly blocked and isolated. I am not depressed or anxious… yet. But if I don’t listen and write and share the weight of these last shackles of shame, no one will come unlock them.
Shame cannot survive empathy.
My writing teacher told our class (in words better than these clunkers), something I write could save someone’s life. I believe that to be true, because the words of so many writers have saved mine.
Reprising her role in my life as storyteller-savior is Brené Brown. These words of hers echo Alice’s, “Shame derives its power from being unspeakable.”
And there is no f’ing way I am giving my power to shame instead of to help someone else, starting with myself.
So friends, and the tens of you that read and comment and share posts and cheer and send me good vibes, I am going to task a risk, KT Tape up my knees, crack open my heart again, and little by little get these stories up and out. Stay tuned.
Here’s Brené if you don’t know her work.