Shame

Shame is the stab in my stomach that pulses in and out and creeps into my chest making it hard to breathe, the knot in my throat that makes it hard to swallow. Shame is also the tunnel vision, the shutting down of my senses as my mind transitions back to another time. Shame is

For the Sake of Healing

I am sitting here more whole than I have ever been in my life, and that feels good to acknowledge. But at the same time, I can still feel all the breaks in me. The breaks mean so many different things to me. The breaks are the damaged cracks left on the fabric of my