These posts are me working out the whys and hows. Whether it was skills I worked on in therapy or
revelations I came to on my own, these are my efforts to impose some order on the chaos.
Facing my demons was terrifying. Giving up suicide as a viable option hurt. So did giving up self injuring.
These felt like reasonable compromises, given what I lived through.
Once I stopped hating myself, the old assumptions were up for compromise. I learned to normalize my
experience of emotions and question the dependence on an external anchor, a specific person, to keep
me safe.
Winning Over Shame 