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Broken Hallelujah

I had no idea what lay behind the tight, controlling anger bubbling underneath the surface of my being. As I delicately pealed back the layers with inquiry, grief, shame and intimacy were yearning for union with me.
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On Shame and Sharing

“The shame of being me was a frequent visitor during my dark night…It felt shameful to have all these feelings. The shame was difficult to feel, not least because it felt endemic to my whole being. Every cell of my body, every memory, felt shaped by humiliation. It had misshapen my whole being.”

The Dark Night of the Soul, page 81.