Being slimed is no fun. When I leave an interaction and feel toxic shame, I know I’m in the presence of slime. Sometimes the slime is prompted by the words and actions of others. But ultimately, the producer of the slime is me. Where have I taken on another person’s view of me? How does this view intersect with the distorted beliefs I have about myself? As I shed these misconceptions, the slime fades away. Whew!
