Nothing to be ashamed of

The darkness, the secrets, the shame and embarrassment.
The pain and despair, the fear and doubt.
The nasty thoughts, the self-sabotage.
Your messy relationship, your long-term singlehood, your disastrous break-up.
The anxiety you hide behind a smile.
The depression you call “just tired.”
The debt you joke about but secretly fear.

The drinking that’s gone too far, too often.

The grief that never got to breathe.
The loneliness in your marriage.
The miscarriage you never told anyone about.
The queerness you still feel unsure how to name.
The ADHD you mask with overachievement.

The trauma you carry in your gut, your skin, your sleep.

The spiritual emptiness you dress up as “grand.”

The estranged family relationships that ache quietly in the background.

The domestic tension or emotional abuse you minimize with “we’re just going through a rough patch.”

The sexual shame or trauma buried under silence, shaped by generations of guilt.

The feeling like a failure hidden behind busy schedules and self-deprecating humour.

None of this is anything to be ashamed of.

It’s nothing you need to hide, sugarcoat, or joke about just to lighten the tone.

All these very human — and therefore sacred — emotions, energies, thoughts, and experiences

are actually portals to unconscious wounding in the heartscape of your soul.

And where there is wounding, there is potential to heal.

And with healing, you begin to unlock your true essence.

So... how would it be to actually live life from there?