Shame hates it when we reach out and tell our story. It hates having words wrapped around it - it can't survive being shared. Shame loves secrecy... When we bury our story, the shame metastasizes.

What separates privilege from entitlement is gratitude.

All the stuff that keeps you safe from feeling scary emotions? They also keep you from feeling the good emotions. You have to shake those off. You have to become vulnerable.

I think a lot of us are looking for the same thing.

Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy.

Perfectionism is self destructive simply because there's no such thing as perfect. Perfection is an unattainable goal.

Imperfections are not inadequacies; they are reminders that we're all in this together.