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Please, please don’t delete your post. I have done things that would turn your hair white. Things that shamed me to my core. Things that almost killed me. I wanted so badly to put them to bed and pretend they never happened but a very wise woman told me, “One day, a woman is going to walk through the door and she’s going to be dying. And the only person she’s going to be able to identify with is you. And if you keep this thing; this GIANT, SHAMEFUL THING inside of you, you will lose your only opportunity to turn a steaming pile of shit into something vitally important.

And that could kill her.

because she’s going to walk back out of the room again, thinking no one could possibly understand.

shame is a killer, Emily.

The things I did were extreme, and scary, and I should have died and NO ONE I KNEW understood any of it. I have a duty to try and make sure other women don’t feel that way.

What you are going through may not be going to kill you, but wouldn’t you heal a little every time a woman saw what you wrote and said

THANK God. I thought it was just me.

I promise you, you aren’t the only one. Don’t rob someone of a connection they may really need to make, because you are embarrassed. You have nothing to be ashamed of.

You are just human. There is no shame in that. xoxo liz

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