In the Beginning There Was Shame.
In the beginning there was shame. Shame held onto me and kept me silent and compliant for most of my life. Shame that my experiences were few and far between and that no one would understand "me". That I may be too fucked up to be loved or to feel love. I don't remember a time where I didn't feel this way and so, to know any different was impossible and foreign. It is all I knew. This "stream" is going