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Anger, Shame & Hope
A mish-mash of what goes on inside my #busybrain. Welcome to a space I’ve created to befriend my anger and shame. All in the hope of living a life of joy and pleasure.
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She sits on the end of the couch. Just out of his reach.
She has to look like she’s not sulking. She has to look like she’s not afraid. She has to comfort him without words. Sooth his hurts.
AND
She has to protect herself. Be absent enough to not be the centre of attention.
Be still enough to not draw attention. To fade into the backgroud.
I sit on a precipice.
Like it’s a do or die moment.
When really, it needs loving kindness.
To go at my pace. The pace I set. The pace that changes as needed.
“We both grew up in families where no one asked directly for what they wanted or needed. We learned to use manipulation and indirectness to get others to give us what we wanted.”