There is a small book here, in French called “Nasty Stories about Great Men”.
Of course we all have nasty stories that we wish no one to hear, but sooner or later, they will surface.
That’s why I permitted the publishing of my biography that’s not yet in English but is in Portuguese and Spanish.
So – you cannot hide – and what would you say to your children that you don’t dare to say now? What will they discover after you die?
I invite you to share this in the blog – either anonymously or with your real name. This way we can see that our vices are not that bad and that we are not the only ones with these flaws.
We can then see these defaults as qualities because we survived. We are warriors of light that even against all odds are able to follow our paths without surrendering to guilt.
I think that sins and guilt are part of the life itself. goods and bad stories are unavoidable because we are just human beings, not angels!
For me, in case I will have a person to tell my sins, it won’t be as confession but it would be as kind of teaching that person a lesson in life, may be he/she can avoid!
Whatever that sin was, there should be kind of forgiveness in our hearts, and the first thing is we have to forgive ourselves , so we can go on. Sure try not to repeat the same nasty story again!
I’d been fiends with this guy for many years and we’d always been attracted to each other, but we never really became anything more than that. Then he started to date a girl friend of mine and everything was fine until one night we were all drinking at his house and when everyone left I was still there I couldn’t leave because I was really intoxicated so I was going to spend the night unfotunately one thing lead to another and we ended up sleeping together. The next day I felt disgusted with myself for the betrayel that I’d done. I honestly don’t know if I will ever be able to forgive myself for that act of indiscretion or if and when this will come back to haunt me, but I do know that there isn’t a day in which I don’t regret doing that
i’m young; i’m not married, i don’t have kids. i’m not exactly ashamed – but scared. scared for my parents when they find out that i’m an atheist. i come from a very catholic family, and i’d probably be disowned – along with my brother – when they find out.
Me enamore del hombre equivocado, y casado, y alcoholico. No me hizo ningun caso en basicamente 8 annos, con lo cual me “hizo” sentir (porque yo le otorgue ese poder sobre mis emociones) absolutamente invisible, transparente, inutil, desvalida. De lo que mas me arrepiento es de no haberme amado (a mi misma) lo suficiente como para cortar con la obsesion mucho antes. La experiencia me afecto mucho, me enloquecio un poco y sobretodo me hizo perder el contacto conmigo misma.
Interesante esto de compartir los momentos vergonzosos, muy terapeutico…
Por cierto, hace poco mi terapeuta me pregunto cual era la razon por la que no hablo de esta experiencia tan dolorosa con nadie. Conteste que me era muy dificl de explicarselo a los demas. El me pregunto si podia explicarmelo a mi misma.
Me dejo pensando y me parece que el hecho de no poder darnos a nosotros mismos una explicacion satisfactoria respecto a un evento vergonzoso de nuestro pasado (con esto quiero decir,una explicacion que nos deje en paz con el evento en cuestion), nos lleva a sentirnos culpables y por ende llenos de verguenza.
Creo que la base es perdonarse a si mismo, para lo cual es necesario aceptar nuestros deseos, por muy pervertidos que puedan parecer, con naturalidad.
Con amor,
Maria
i feel ashamed because of my candid attitude towards God the Almighty. I used to be jobless without a penny on me, deeply sad, having no horizons in life and i was praying to god and asking him fervently to grant me an opportunity in this so narrow and bitter life. so did the ALmighty and i was admitted to a ministry on an significant salary. Just a while after, i forgot what God had done for me and i started to flee away from the straight path, the way of god, the way of prayer and worship.