I feel I must bare my shame, make a public announcement, put it out there into the world, so that no one else can shame me for it. So that it won’t be recognized as shame. My armor is to show how exposed I am and make jokes out of it. “Haha can you believe i did that” to hide my insecurities. Sometimes I must sew my mouth to prevent my anxieties from bubbling out too. This falsity I’ve created