Shame isn’t about depraved sexual predilections or scarred wrists; it’s about the shame of wanting to run away from who you are and the things that made you that way—and the compounded shame of having those feelings in the first place.
Shame isn’t about depraved sexual predilections or scarred wrists; it’s about the shame of wanting to run away from who you are and the things that made you that way—and the compounded shame of having those feelings in the first place.
