by Don Shetterly
I remember those days when life was more than I could bear. I felt trapped and exhausted. No matter what I did, life seemed hopeless.
There was no one I could talk to because I trusted no one. I wasn’t sure what I needed to talk about because everything was swirling in my head.
Then there was the shame
How could I even say what I didn’t want to acknowledge? How would others take it if they knew? Would they notice my shame and make me believe I was nothing more than the lowly piece of garbage … Read more...