Today I had an unexpected moment during a bodywork session. A memory surfaced of being held by my mother, and emotion came up with it.
What caught my attention wasn’t the emotion itself. It was how quickly shame appeared alongside it.
Not shame about anything I had done. Shame about being seen feeling something.
I sat with it instead of shutting it down. And after a few minutes, the shame faded while the emotion remained.
It made me wonder how often the feeling isn’t actually the hard part. Maybe the hard part is the story we learned about having feelings in the first place.
Today was a reminder that emotions tend to move when we let them. Shame is often what keeps them stuck.
This is what we’ve been working on in the first wave and places I’m still navigating.