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shame, revisited

January 30, 2015

I debated about posting the previous post. Why can’t I let this go? Why haven’t I “gotten over” it already? I’m being ridiculous. The usual Mrs. Nocerino chorus (even though I almost never hear from her anymore.)

Literally one minute after I hit post, thinking of those questions again, I realized . . . this experience — my wedding — was traumatic. That’s why I can’t let go of it. That’s why I’m stuck in a loop of rage and/or crying about it.

I’ve dissolved many of my previous traumas, and integrated their component parts into my life’s narrative. Can I do that with this one? How?

I need to experiment with stuff…

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