When did it become acceptable for us as a society to become so snarky and cynical, shaming everyone who dares to be vulnerable? There’s nothing I can do to stop people shaming me. All I can do is not let them stop me doing what I do. That’s what I’ve discovered is the power of unshame: I’m not perfect or sorted; I’m not in such a state of numb imperviousness to rejection and hurt that people’s shaming doesn’t affect me. But I carry on regardless; I keep doing what I value; and I keep on being compassionate to myself, especially when I need it most.
