I learnt a life-changing lesson from a book I was recommended: Waking the Tiger: Healing Trauma by Peter Levine, a groundbreaking researcher into the ways humans fail to mimic animals in their ability to dispel trauma from their bodies in quick time.
I am largely healed from NES. It has taken over a decade, and still I battle some nights. Last night, it was a tub of hummus.
I found the outside and its waiting room scary, and I liked the comfort being next to Dad gave me. His breathing, the beep of the machines, the classical music I played.
Like attracts like, both in The Secret theory and often between real people in life. So I was 'unlike', because shame has no place on a vision board.