Hiding, Stopping and Going Home


And so the campaign began, the unconscious drive to hide the mess inside. I didn’t know what that mess was, exactly. I just knew I had to bury it. Maybe then people wouldn’t leave. Maybe then bad things would stop happening. I could be happy. I could go home.

Dancing at the Shame Prom: Sharing the Stories That Kept Us Small by Amy Ferris and Hollye Dexter

From the Introduction:We invite you to join us at the Shame Prom—a place where we wear our ugly dresses, then shed them. Where we parade our shame in public, dance it around on our arm, and take awkward pictures with it. But afterward, we’re not going to roll around in the backseat making out with it. This time, we’re breaking up with Shame and driving off into the sunset, stronger in knowing that we are connected at the deepest, most human level. So put on your tiaras, people. Let’s get this party started.”

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