dishin' the dirt to get to the treasure

If I were still caught in my low-grade mental illness, I’d be feeling very ashamed about this situation, further evidence that I’ve not lived up to my “potential.” Oddly enough, I’m not, even though a part of me thinks I should be. I’ve come to realize that this kind of mental assault—in the forms of fear, regret, shame, etc., etc., etc.—that replays itself over and over, long after the behavior that triggered them is over, is simply another bullet in the arsenal of the illusory energy, Maya-devi.

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