I sent a letter to a person to help me with my writing. Grammar, typos, the usual.
The reply comeback. The story is beyond help. To me, it sounded you’re beyond help.
I felt miserable, stupid, and helpless. Why did ever ask for help?
Seemingly minor facts that make shame confusing
I learned new things about the shame that day.
Shame says I’m bad. Shame says I shouldn’t even try.
Shame says I told you this was a mistake. I knew you weren’t _______________ enough.
The efficient approach to deal with shame
I talk about it.
I sat there for a while; then I wrote a reply.
I know it’s messy. That’s why I seek help. Can you help? I hate feeling this helpless.
You know what to do. So are you doing it?
Shame derives its power from being unspeakable.
And, the less I talk about it, the more I have it
I felt helpless. I talked about it. Why not you?