Sadness and Shame


Sadness and Shame


I have been feeling quite sad and particularly today the feeling is debilitating. I have so much nostalgia for so many things. For some love relationships that I have had and no longer do. For the young age vanishing rapidly. For the not too young body feeling a bit achy now. For my family far away. For myself sitting in the living room, writing these words. Nostalgia about parts of me that I have not found/seen yet…

I am also feeling sad because recently, together with an amazing group of people we got our butts kicked by many of the very people who we wanted to engage in our work. I resonated so much with this team’s vision. I felt it so true in my body and yet, last week we got a large number of people hating our work and making sure to let us know. This has filled me with shame. It’s a similar feeling I have had in the past were right after I have spoken some people would say “it’s too abstract and of no value, not useful”.

I am sad because I find very difficult to feel that I am understood. It’s like a core wound I carry -the not being understood and seen-. Ufff.

The other feeling I have is that of being trapped in a consciousness that is fundamentally born from shadow. Basically, what I want to say with this is that I feel trapped in my own shadow. It feels like I can’t exist without it. And other people can’t either. And hence, all we see in each other is shadow. Others just see my shadow and I see theirs. And we keep hurting and killing each other misinterpreting what each really means with our behavior. And I feel tired of it.


I breathe and it hurts. It feels inside the skin and it shortens my breath. It feels like a cold current throughout my body that is taking with it, all I am. It’s like a cold shower that paralyzes me and makes me want to disappear. It accelerates the beating of my heart. It feels like an illness taking over my body. Why? I don’t know. It just a physical and psychological reaction when I feel that something I have done is rejected and criticized by others. It literally makes me feel sick. Why? I don’t know. Perhaps, the obedient girl I was taught to be feels that she is disappointing the world and fears the physical backlash that not being obedient could cause…