Dear Brene Brown

My dear Brene,
I always considered myself an open and vulnerable soul. I am surrounded by women who told me that I brought them life, spurred them forward, gave them permission to embrace their ugly.
When I became aware of your material it intrigued me. Professionally. I decided to read your books  as research for work. I was excited to expand my repertoire of educational material to aid me with my clients.
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DAMN YOU!
You turned my world upside down. Upside down I tell you. Not cool. Within the first few pages of Daring Greatly you took an unknowingly pompous ass to her knees.

Your chapter on shame shook me to my core. I realize how much shame was apart of my life and how that shame caused me to control everything. EVERYTHING. everything.

I immediately entered the stages of grief. Anger (primarily at you) caused me to want to send you (many) pictures of me with my middle finger raised defiantly.

Thanks to you I realize how much I suck. SUCK.

During the time I was reading your book I was diagnosed with severe early onset menopause. Bad combo. I committed to slogging through the muck and poo.

After seven weeks picking gingerly and brutally through your book I arrived at acceptance. Acceptance of all that I am. Allowing myself to embrace my failures. Allowing myself to not be the best nor the brightest or the most successful.

You have ruined me. I can never go back.

Thank you!

Sincerely and with admiration,
Angel Ludwig