I am working on so many things, I spend my life running around, trying to get things done before something else pops up and desperately requires my attention and action. I cut myself up because I don’t manage to release weight. I am exhausted. I am so hard on myself. I would never be so hard on a good friend. If I saw a friend doing that to another friend, I would be furious, and yet it is ok for me to do that to myself? I am doing the best I can in the circumstances, so WHY am I so mean to myself in the circumstances? So unforgiving, so judgmental? 

How cruel, how mean and yet this nastiness feels so normal, and somehow so ‘logical’! Something inside of me just screamed: ‘Just love her!’ in a voice of total exasperation, and suddenly, I felt so ashamed. So embarrassed. Self-loathing is maybe the worst kind because; no one else hears it, it is often vicious and untrue, and it silences a source from which the greatest and truest 24/7 love can come, but is denied. If the action of self is to hate, it is poisoning the very ground in which you have your roots: And it is doing this for no real reason. It is denying your amazing self, your own

Wonder …………. (put your own name here) the chance to flourish and grow unimpeded, and unshackled, as life intended.