When someone is angry at me, I can’t get it out of my mind.  I worry that they have seen something awful about me – something dark is showing that I want to hide.  Secretly, I am ashamed.  I plug into a place inside of me where I feel bad about myself.  I don’t know how to let go.  Immediately, it becomes my problem because somewhere inside of me I accept what they say as true, more real than my own interpretation.  I defend myself because I think I need defending.  I accept their idea that I am in the wrong.  Today I will pull myself out of the dark hole one foot at a time until I am in the light.  Today I will imagine that all may not be my fault – I will let a window open in my assumption that I am in the wrong.