… it started with what I thought based on a series of cluster headaches and insane migraines and sweating the bed, completely drenched two, three nights in a row, that I was emergency hospitalized. I thought I had a brain tumor. I thought it was over. Um… after a battery of tests and spinal taps, all that crap, it uh… they walked in the room and said, ‘Boom. Here’s what’s going on.’ It’s a hard three letters to absorb. You know… It’s a turning point in one’s life.
Most of have tried to keep a lid on a secret or spin a story to preserve our self-image. More often than not, the weight of suppression and rationalization creates more emotional duress and pressure than originally was created by the fear of whatever it is getting out. As Brene Brown puts it, the problem with shame is that we all have it and the less we talk about it the more of it we have. Why is it so hard to let go and be open to mercy and healing?