I wholeheartedly believe that shame dies when stories are told in safe places. that protective, and painfully false, story that spins in your head, when it lacks a relational home, it can keep you stuck, lost, and suffering. what if you could set the story down? what if not only could it no longer have power over you, but you could let go of the pain inside of the experiences that created it? what if healing didn't have to be so fucking hard?