Dear ninibee:

I just read your question for me. I will answer your question without thinking much. If you want me later to elaborate, let me knnow.

I remember unrelenting shame, how tormenting it was, and not too long ago-  it felt like an ongoing burning in the heart, a certain pain that is hard to describe. Overcoming shame: basically what it took was for me to understand, really understand (and believe my understanding to be true) that the person who shamed me, the person who introduced shame into my heart- my mother- she was the one who was wrong, not me. As a child, I was 100% innocent and loving and eager to please her, and it was she who messed it up, it was she who betrayed my love for her.

I gave the shame back to the one who introduced it into my life- it is hers, not mine.

What I just wrote, it took years to figure out, but it doesn’t have to take this long for you.

anita