I’ve been going through the harshest period of my life since about last fall. It&rsquo

I’ve been going through the harshest period of my life since about last fall. It’s been rough and is still. My entire life just fell apart around me, and I’m not even trying to pick up pieces, I’m just sitting in the middle of the wreckage after a sweeping fire and hoping for new green things. My therapist tells me that one way to help accepting all these harrowing things I feel is to visualize them, give them traits, meet them.So meet Shame. He’s the Hades of my feels pantheon. He is this feeling that all I am is a mask, and a lifeless one, badly slipping. So that anyone with eyes can see that underneath there’s nothing but rot and grossness. He is covert and slippery. He comes at night and taints things I shouldn’t feel him for, good things. I feel ashamed for just about everything. For wanting things, for feeling things, for asking things, for not asking things. For doing and not doing. For being me. So, hello dude, let’s be friends and see if we can live together to our mutual contentment. Next up is Self-hate, Shame’s BFF, brother and occasional incestuous lover. Yeah, нere’s a way to help myself, maybe, take all my feels, make them into a slashy canon. Why not. -- source link

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