On Shame

I suppose I should have made this a bit clearer, but this blog is entirely for me.  While it is truly meant for me, as an outlet, I want to welcome you into it because I find writing cleansing.  I find speaking my mind and sharing it with people who want to listen liberating.  The truth shall set ye free, right?  Having said that, all of the feelings that I express are mine, and I am not ashamed of them.  They are just that--feelings, not judgments or attacks, simply my response to a series of events that have created this current version of myself.  Because they are feelings, my feelings, it does not mean that they are true to anyone but me.

I'm not sure why we shame ourselves so harshly for speaking our minds.  In terms of my last post, I felt a lack of clarity.  It doesn't mean I wasn't in love; it doesn't mean I didn't feel something true and strong. It simply means I put everything, including my own self-respect, after my relationship.  I was concerned about his well-being, and now, call me selfish, I'm more concerned about mine.

I want to be happy, and I want to be respected.  While tentative, I am not ashamed of this, and I am not ashamed of the way I feel.  That's why I wrote it.  I will not apologize for the way I feel; rather, I will own it, just as I tell my students.

Feel free to continue reading and learning about my life.  I am not ashamed, and I would love to share it with you.