Shame
in
I had no idea how much material I had inside and how long is it going to take it out.
I didn't imagine I had lot of shame inside me. I used to cover my face with my long loose hair and my hands. I used to sit with head down, eyes fixed on the ground, feeling skin flushed. I felt like getting up from chair and opening the door and running away from piercing eyes of therapist. I used to pray, let this earth open and get me inside. Facing the shame was an experience in itself.