What do you do with shame?
How does a writer turn that hot, prickly burn of disgrace into something useful?
The other day, I talked about reinventing frustration into a literary good. But what can be done with shame?
The utter, scalding embarrassment of mental illness can be damning to a day.
When you know your mind does not work properly in some spots, when you recognize and observe the brain hiccups occurring but are helpless to prevent them from vomiting out into the world, how can that be reimagined into anything positive?
I don’t know… but I’m going to try my best to find out today.
Wish my writing and I luck.