A two week period where I lost my business, my place to live, my girlfriend, was drugged and sexually assaulted, and whatever.
You know that guy from fat albert with the hat that covers thier face? I spent at least a year or two wearing that thing around. I mean I was fucked up. Oddly enough they were great times. I just had to lift all that burden off my shoulders. Great relief, and great shame at the same time. I guess.
You know, I think that's truthful, but I might have been such a psychopath at the time, that the only time I truly remember feeling shame may have been in my younger years when I disappointed my father or something? I really don't know.
I spent a good majority of my younger years trying to decipher guilt, shame and all that stuff with religion out. I thought any type of authority attempting to shame or guilt me was a type of "mind control".
So, when in your life have you felt the most sorrow?