It seems like the epidemic that no one wants to talk about. We all try to put this perfect face out to the world. Really, I am the perfect mother, my house is completely clean, I am fulfilled in my job, I am financially successful, I am a perfect size two, I have plenty of time to connect on a deeper level with my loving husband, and I have tons of friends who I share my every thought. Well, that's what we think we should be. The truth just doesn't always match our expectations.
The problem is that somewhere along the line we lost sight of the fact that humans are perfect and our lives are often filled with reality. Try as we might, we are going to eat that cookie (or the whole bag) and gain three pounds. Our chaotic schedule is going to get the better of us and we are going to forget to bake cupcakes for the school bake sale.
I Thought It Was Just Me looks at the topic of shame. For many of us, during those moments when reality doesn't match our fantasy image of ourselves, we feel shame. Shame goes beyond simple embarrassment or irritation. Shame is a form of self abuse where we berate ourselves for not being perfect.
I Thought It Was Just Me is an important book that reminds us all that to be human is to err. Maybe it's time we all stopped trying to be everything to everyone and just tried to be ourselves. Maybe it's time we all tried being kind, compassionate, and loving (to others and to ourselves).