I am not prepared to share publicly the shame that has racked me nearly all my life, I will say that it is rooted in the home(s) I grew up in and the people in my family.
Along the journey, I shared my burden with a friend who never once betrayed my trust. He never made a scene and he never told me what to do with the words and events I was
After high school my friend and I went to different schools, I got married and busy in my career. He went onto law school and practiced law in a town a couple hours from where we grew up.
We didn’t really lose touch but we both were busy, independent, driven people who were determined to succeed in life.
After getting married, I accepted Christ and became regularly involved in church. It was during a Sunday night church service that a woman walked by and the scent of either her perfume, fabric
As if smelling ammonia after being knocked out, I recognized the aroma and was flooded with an immediate and devastating sense of sadness, grief
Despite my best effort
My shame gained power in my life when I stopped sharing it. I didn’t share it publicly but I