What if I told you it’s not your fault?

You know what “it” is.

That memory that keeps you up at night and destroys you.

That moment that you hurt the ones you loved the most.

You had the affair.

You fed the addiction.

And you covered your steps.

And ever since that moment…

It's been eating you alive.

What if I told you it’s not your fault?

No, that doesn’t let you off the hook–you did the thing.

But there’s a reason for everything we do–

Our inner wounds.

Our subconscious story.

The story that was born in our minds just after we were born.

The stories we tell ourselves have an impact.

They affect our nervous system.

You can keep telling yourself the same story of shame. Of guilt. Of self-hate.

Or you can tell yourself a new story with a better ending.

A story of self-compassion. A story of transformation. A story with insight.

Self-compassion for the inner wound that drove you to that decision.

And that doesn’t justify it–but it does explain it–and could it possibly open you up to a bit of grace with yourself?

Those moments of deepest shame–they work like an auto-immune disease. 

First there’s the pain from the thing itself.

But long after that song has been sung, the shame hangs on, and on, and on. Until the shame itself becomes the real weapon.

What would it feel like to write yourself a new story with a better ending?

There’s something beautiful about the places where we’ve broken— 

Empathy.

They teach us empathy.

Those stories are real, they’re raw, and they connect us to humanity.

You see, we as humans aren’t looking for people who are perfect, who have it all together.

We’re looking for the ones who get it. They get it cause they’ve been there.

If this is you...

The world needs you.

Cause you get it.

What would it feel like to rewrite your story?