Guilt is an inside job. It is as insidious as it is crafty and it is a creature of many disguises, showing up in many different forms.
I liken guilt to a 'black tar, seeping down the back of your throat' feeling. For some people, over time, this tar hardens and becomes as forgettable as that on the road home everyday. In others however, and especially us women, it can creep up on us and before we know it, it is not tar anymore, it is been exercised into something we can be much more adaptable too. Sometimes, it even feels like smooth warm chocolate running down the back of your throat, a comfort, an old friend that you are very used to having with you.
I liken guilt to a 'black tar, seeping down the back of your throat' feeling. For some people, over time, this tar hardens and becomes as forgettable as that on the road home everyday. In others however, and especially us women, it can creep up on us and before we know it, it is not tar anymore, it is been exercised into something we can be much more adaptable too. Sometimes, it even feels like smooth warm chocolate running down the back of your throat, a comfort, an old friend that you are very used to having with you.
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