essays by shé

Tag: know thyself

  • Essay #37: thanks

    My friend Anger came to call and I finally let her in. Turns out Shame had been shrouding her like a dense fog, blurring her edges, slurring her words. She was almost invisible. Acknowledge my feelings, said Anger, loud and clear now that Shame has evaporated. When I am ashamed to be angry, I cannot…