09/02/2026
I was born into shame.
Not from one moment, but a lifetime of being told I should be ashamed of who I was. By thirteen, I found a way to numb it. It worked for twenty years.
When I got sober, the shield was gone. The shame came back louder than ever.
Recovery taught me this: blame felt like power, but it was costing me my power. Every time I blamed someone else, I handed them my story.
So I asked myself a hard question. Without the excuses, who am I?
Turns out, blame makes you lame.
Shame has always lived in my body, like a heavy, wet sweater I couldn't take off. Somatic awareness taught me how to let it rise, pass through, and dissolve.
On the other side? Freedom. Self-acceptance. Laughing at myself without flinching.
What are you still blaming that's actually costing you your power? Comment below👇
