If you are or have ever been at or below the poverty line I probably don't need to explain to you what I'm talking about. Even if you never have there may be other ways shame & guilt was placed on you as a child. I recently had an old wound I didn't even know was lurking in my depths ripped open. (I'm about to use unacceptable words because it's how I was painted so don't come at me.) From birth I was a poor, crippled, trailer trash, orphan with a teen mother in 1969. This followed me into young adulthood and I worked myself to the point of burnout at 33 to climb my way out of the crabs in a bucket. I forgot to feel it and release it. I forgot every time I was othered, excluded, judged, mocked or avoided. In one harsh moment it allllllllll came out. I hope you feel some release and validation. As always I love you all and if you ever need a friend you know where my DMs are! 🧚♀️🧡🔮 linktr.ee.com/groovinggoddess www.patreon.com/groovinggoddess
