Social Rejection is Hazardous to Your Health

Psychologist Naomi Eisenberger’s interest in the emotional life of the brain, revealed a greater connection between physical and emotional pain than commonly supposed. Her landmark experiment studied how being excluded as a player in CyberBall, a computer-controlled virtual-reality game, created “social pain” as a result of rejection.

They found that being socially rejected activated the same nerve cells that process physical injury and generate what we know as pain. Even trivial slights become a source of irritation.

In other words, rejection actually hurts.

Dr. Eisenberger’s study confirmed it, but it is not news to me or many of my readers, that a broken heart hurts as much as a broken arm.

The logical follow-up study was to determine if a painkiller like Tylenol relieved a heartache. The experiment showed the Tylenol group reported less distress and less brain activity in the pain regions after being rejected than the placebo group.

But don’t get your hopes up. It isn’t that easy. For one, you would need to pop a pill every time the world rebukes you. That’s a lot of Tylenol!

It is remarkable how readily rejection leaks from our emotional lives into our physical lives.  So much so, that inquiring scientists have begun to reevaluate the cause between sickness and health, living a long life or dying early.

In essence, what is the impact of social inequalities on our bodies and brains?

It would not be unexpected to target the current societal unrest as a prime offender. But most likely, social pain triggers an evolved ancient pain response calculated to keep you alive.

Historically, we depended on social relationships for survival. Food gathering, nurturing, hunting, protection against predators and enemies demanded close and trusted social interaction.

Scientists postulate that the pain of rejection evolved from the need to signal a threat to our lives. Astute and wily nature plagiarized the existing mechanism for physical pain rather than start from scratch. The upshot is that broken bones and broken hearts became intimately interconnected in our brains.

Despite an intuitive expectation that the more significant the rejection, the stronger the ensuing pain, something else occurs when we get rejected that sheds light not only our struggle for acceptance but the longing desperation that accompanies it.

Rejected people may become emotionally numb, a phenomenon called ego-shock, that is equivalent to the physical numbness that can follow injury. For example, if you cut your finger slicing carrots, you feel nothing at first, as your body seems to shut down to protect you against the pain. Similarly, your consciousness can freeze up to guard against the assault of emotional pain.

Rejection then sometimes goes beyond hurt, leaving us unable to feel anything at all. These moments of shock are usually short-lived, but point out a mostly concealed fact.

People are not merely social animals. We not only live with others but we also live through them and in them. Our identity exists because others see us. What we see is what they see, or what we suppose they see.

When they turn away, we become unseen and for all intents and purposes, cease to be.

Rejection is often overt but in its insidious forms, it skulks inside the very makeup of society.

In an interview for Radio Boston in 2012, Jerome Kagan, a psychologist at Harvard University, and a pioneer in child development and personality studies, said: ‘The best predictor today in Europe or North America of who will be depressed is not a gene and it’s not a measure of your brain; it’s whether you’re poor.’

But incapacitating as poverty is, there is more to the story. Mounting evidence over the past decades indicatethat the lower your status at work, the shorter your life. (The Role of Psychosocial Processes in Explaining the Gradient Between Socioeconomic Status and Health; Nancy E. Adler Alana Conner Snibbe)

The counter claim is that socioeconomic status is not the cause of poor health, but that unhealthy people, drift to the bottom of the social ladder. However, this drift does not clarify the well-documented pattern that more unequal societies, with steeper social hierarchies and bigger status differences, exhibit worse health outcomes.

The culprit appears to be something about our social position.

The inequality researchers Richard Wilkinson and Kate Pickett (The Spirit Level; 2009) call it status anxiety, because social status carries an implicit judgment of one’s value to society. The farther up the ladder you climb, the more respect and admiration you command from those around you.

It follows that being lower in the hierarchy implies a failure to live up to society’s standards of success. Judged as lacking and inferior, you are subtly rejected.

Thus, if you find yourself near the bottom, you may feel worthless, hopeless and helpless.

More alarming, threats to our social identity go beyond emotions, tampering with critical neurobiological systems such as the immune system that is linked to diabetes, cardiovascular disease, some cancers, Alzheimer’s, arthritis, depression and others.

The social rejection that pervades low status helps explain that elusive link between poor health and social inequalities.

The troubling truth about social status is that it’s relative, having less to do with your actual circumstances than your relative position to everyone else on the social ladder. Predictably, this ranking produces more losers than winners, not unlike sports, where second best is never good enough.

Social climbing doesn’t necessarily solve the problem. It often raises the bar. Gazing down haughtily from the top rung, it occurs to you that you are now a member of a new social group.

Regardless of what you achieve, there is always someone above you. Status, then is not a winnable game because the target keeps moving and each success is also a failure.

Every winner is a loser.

Are we doomed?

While it seems like eradicating hierarchies is contrary to human nature, they can be flattened by creating more equality. Greater equality dissolves the boundaries between groups, promotes social mixing and assimilation. It lessens the probability of social isolation, a leading cause of death and disabilities worldwide.

Social isolation acutely affects the elderly as they retire, suffer loss of family members, hand over the car keys, become ill or too frail to take part in social activities. A number of studies shows that as many as 50% of over-80s report social isolation.

Belonging to a social network is crucial to motivating and incentivizing them to take better care of themselves. However, be aware that being alone is not the same as feeling alone.

People can be rejected and become social outcasts in their own mind even if they live among others. The quality of their connections is important.

We must face the truth that it is often in our minds that rejection is most treacherous. It is not in the stabs of pain it sends through our heads, nor in the turmoil it inflicts on our bodies. Rejection can live on in the mind, nurtured by our own distorted imaginations.

To identify yourself as isolated preordains you to be rejected over and over, even if no one is snubbing you.

You are both the one who rejects and the one rejected. Rejection hurts us most by making us complicit in its brutality.

Here is my quick fix suggestion when you see or know someone that is feeling rejected or isolated today or any day:

 Give them your best hug. It will help.

Nobody gets through life without experiencing some form of rejection, which is why everybody knows how awful it feels. ~ Adena Friedman

When you are not a part of the crowd, it can be overwhelming

The Gremlin Slayer

You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.”
~Johnny Cash

A Gremlin – an abominable, spiteful, wicked, intolerable bully – lurks in the shadows of your mind.

He wakes up with you each morning and falls asleep with you at night. Your gremlin is shrewd and unscrupulous, convincing you he desires to serve and protect you. His true motivation is much less honorable because he intends to make you unhappy.

He is not merely a critic, but the narrator in your head telling who and how you are as he defines and interprets your every experience.

This devious spirit is not your negative thoughts but the source of them. Like a mental glitch, he uses botched and bungled past experiences against you, then taunts you with your fears. Your Gremlin uses your past experiences to mesmerize you into structuring your life around polarizing and sometimes fearful generalities about you and your future.

Gremlins uses fanatical control to tell a cautionary tale about life and living that is often obsessive. This scheming imp coerces you into reliving the past, worrying about the future and analyzing relationships among all manner of people and things that in fact have no sway over you.

The outcome is frequently hesitation, procrastination or status quo – the thief of opportunity and progress.

Enduring judgmental comments from a Gremlin injures self-esteem and lowers self-worth, fueling the cycle of disapproval. Failure to control the Gremlin empowers this inner critic, culminating in damaging your self-esteem and stealing your peace of mind. An attack by the wicked critic can trigger psychological distress and affect behavior, mood and feelings of hopelessness that characterize depression.

As your anxious worries become more distressing, resist the temptation to pull back. The more qualms embedded in your self-perception, the more resolutely must you reject any thought of running from them.

The better choice is to stretch even higher until you are lifted and borne by dreams and goals inflated as large as a hot air balloon. Stock up on positive possibilities and continue moving forward until you encounter a purpose that energizes and inspires you to the very core. From that vantage point even the scruffiest, most convoluted encounters will look trivial.

Counter-intuitively, your Gremlin has information you need.  Psychologist Lisa Firestone tells us that early life experiences originate the inner critic, often drafting a model for how we view ourselves as we grow up.2 To many, the Gremlin speaks in the voice of an angry parent.

Listening to and studying the message from the Gremlin by digging deep to expose and untangle the truth from the trappings, allows you to detach the reproachful voice of the Gremlin from your authentic voice and restore your self-worth.

It begins with acknowledging that the Gremlin is not you, but rather a nagging whisper often cued when you are confronted with a decision, value conflict or unexpected action. When you detect that the voice is inauthentic, isolate it and disconnect. The false innuendos lose power and control, freeing you to act in your own interest.

Eventually, you are able to corral your Gremlin simply by being more compassionate towards yourself.

Let yourself believe that you can always find a positive desire that is even stronger than any doubt. Setbacks are limited and finite. Hopes and dreams that pull you forward have no limits.

The quality of your life depends primarily on what you decide do with it. The Gremlin-speak of extraneous things that discomfort, while they may be intriguing, don’t amount to a hill of beans. What matters most is how you choose to live the precious life with which you are blessed.

Stop for a moment and consider what is stopping you from overcoming the inevitable obstacles you encounter.

Then consider this.

Why wait a single moment longer when you can start now to follow your most gripping passion and attain your most treasured dream? Choose to live with purpose and courage and you’ll detour around every difficulty.

At this time, in honor of reading the entire blog, I raise my pen, knighting each of my readers Sir and Lady Gremlin Slayer.

You may now take a deep breath and laugh at the absurdity of it all.

References
1 Firestone, L. (2016, April 11). How to Tame Your Inner Critic. Retrieved October 26, 2017, from Psychology Today.
2 Critical Inner Voice. (2017, September 15). Retrieved October 26, 2017, from PsychAlive.
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Gremlin- an intolerable bully

Know When to Fold Them

Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending. ~ Maria Robinson

I have discovered the antidote for Murphy’s Law.

Before I reveal my exciting epiphany, I want to review Murphy’s Law for those of you who are not familiar with this gem of common sense.

Murphy’s Law: If anything can go wrong, it will.

Research will tell you Murphy’s Law was birthed at North Base on Edwards Air Force Base in 1949. It was named after Capt. Edward A. Murphy, an engineer working on Air Force Project MX981, a project designed to see how much sudden deceleration a person can stand in a crash. (Source: Desert Wings. Weekly newspaper for the Edwards Air Force Base Community)

One day, after finding that a transducer was wired wrong, Murphy cursed the responsible technician saying, “If there is any way to do it wrong, he’ll find it.” The contractor’s project manager kept a list of “laws” and added this one, calling it Murphy’s Law.

Shortly afterwards, the Air Force doctor (Dr. John Paul Stapp) who rode a sled on the deceleration track to a stop, pulling 40 Gs, held a press conference. He attributed the good safety record on the project to a firm belief in Murphy’s Law and in the necessity to try and circumvent it.

In today’s terminology, Murphy’s Law went viral.

Not to be left behind, the Northrop project manager, George E. Nichols, claimed Nichols’ Fourth Law: “Avoid any action with an unacceptable outcome.” Such insight might be why Nichols stayed around as the quality control manager for the Viking project to send an unmanned spacecraft to Mars.

What delightful visions might the Martians add?

The doctor, Col. John P. Stapp, tossed out a paradox called Stapp’s Ironical Paradox: “The universal aptitude for ineptitude makes any human accomplishment an incredible miracle.”

Great story, but the original name for ‘if anything can go wrong it will’ was Sod’s Law because that was the fate of any poor sod who least needed a catastrophic event. That name, Sod’s Law, is less popular because Americans consider it a curse word and avoided it.

I am pretty sure the following is not true, but is such a great example of Murphy’s Law, I want to share it with you.

How Mr. Murphy died: One dark evening in the U.S., Mr. Murphy’s car ran out of gas. As he hitchhiked to a gas station, while facing traffic and wearing white, he was struck from behind by a British tourist who was driving on the wrong side of the road.

Incidentally, a lot of Brits think that Murphy’s Law is an Irish joke. Murphy is an Irish name of course and the Irish have been the target of jokes from the British for a long time. I am Irish and there may be a breath of truth in there.

Now, are you ready for the antidote?

Here it is: You’ve got to know when to fold them.

How karmic is it that the antidote is also a well know and esteemed saying?

Too bad that Custer wasn’t aware of the antidote; he could have used a double dose.

Although not specifically labelled as a psychic or spiritual cure, the phrase is taken from the song, The Gambler, introduced by country music singer Kenny Rogers in 1979. It won a Grammy Award for record of the year. Instinctively we felt its power.

You can read the words of the song at the end of this article.

Personally, I prefer to substitute risk taker for gambler. There is a slight but important distinction. A risk taker often uses math, statistics and research to evaluate the possibility of failure and then spells out the consequences, outcomes and obstacles before he/she tosses the coin.

I don’t frequent casinos because the taste of my Irish luck is usually bad. I do not have a poker face and I cringe watching people on auto pilot feeding coins into what seems like an open mouth then pulling the arm, hoping the machine will regurgitate before it becomes medically obese or the coins are all gone.

I am not judging anyone because I unearthed the antidote to Murphy’s Law as a result of my life-long philosophy of never give up and fight it out to the end.

Several months earlier, I decided to try something that was not meant for me and not meant to be. I should have taken the antidote but, even when I was sore from whipping myself into giving it one more shot, I would not let it go. My motivation to push myself beyond the point of reason was to know the feel of the laurel placed on my tired head.

Then, one morning, I reached a fork in that path I have written about in previous blogs; that moment when a character feels a flash of realization, awareness or inspiration that filters future moments through a new prism of light.

I was used to succeeding, to rising to the top and feeling good about myself. No, I take that back. Often, I did not feel good about myself. In truth I had siphoned off much of my joy.

My revelation was that, once I cleared the bar at its set point, I continued to raise it higher and higher. Not just for me but for the current audience watching my show. I used whatever props, techniques or miracles that I could conjure to jump higher and higher. Sometimes I knocked the bar over. Sometimes I scraped my shins as I went over and sometimes I hit the ground hard and it hurt.

I further acknowledged that I was not doing these things for myself but for someone else. Perhaps an admirer, a sentinel individual, teacher, someone to impress or simply to silence someone from saying “I told you so.”

Raising the bar, even the width of an eyelash had to end. I finally knew in my heart of hearts that it was time to fold ‘em.

Looking back, I traced my obsessive pursuit of success to my blind acceptance of the socially-acceptable philosophy permeating our society.

It is the winner that is heralded.

Those that come in second are relegated to the sidelines to watch the throng of fans, coaches, relatives and friends converge on the one holding the trophy. The losing team slinks off to the bus and takes a long ride home, rarely stopping to think of how well they performed and how much they enjoyed the game.

Looking now through a new, dazzlingly clear prism, I see that the glory comes from trying. The last person over the line made it over the line. They are as much a hero or heroine as the person who, sanctified with special talents, was the first to cross the finish line.

There can be only one winner. Even ties are played until only one is standing. Fair or fallacy?

Life is our most important game. We enter the playing field with no armor and no instructions. We don’t choose our head coaches, the members of our team or the cheerleaders. We rarely see the play book until it is too late. Much of what we learn is trial and error and we follow the rules, mimicking those who seem to know what they are doing because they boast of their success. We wait anxiously for a word, a nod, a reward or a hug that says we are OK. We long for the coach and the crowd to shower us with confetti and carry us off the field on their shoulders.

With all that pressure, obsession with winning and high expectations, both internal and external, it is possible to understand how one can select a path that is wrong for them and end up sitting on a bench under a weeping willow beating one’s breast – MEA CULPA!

It is disturbing to see what can happen to those who are rejected or shunned, whether it is in their imagination or cruelly expressed in front of others. When the result is anger, suicide or revenge is it not time to fold ‘em?

Mates that are always looking for another conquest; parents who do not cherish the adults their children have become; teachers who cannot see the perceptiveness of a student who finds a new way; coaches who never give an eager player a chance to compete and give his best; governments that criticize, ridicule and ignore their constituents actually living what they are trying to legislate. These are just some examples of the short sighted, closed and arrogant mind set spurting out tainted seeds. If they flourish, these seeds will only grow fast spreading weeds that will try to choke out the flowers.

Only when we accept ourselves, loved ones, neighbors and passing strangers for who they are and not for what they can give us, not for the thrill of their applause or to bask in the limelight of fame, can we open our minds, hearts and spirits and honor the special and unique qualities that make each of us extraordinary.

When it comes to transforming the synchronicity of world chaos into harmony and accord, I am not ready to fold ‘em, because I don’t think the dealin’s done.

The Gambler

On a warm summer’s eve
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin’
Out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us,
And he began to speak

He said, “Son, I’ve made a life
Out of readin’ people’s faces
Knowin’ what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don’t mind me sayin’
I can see you’re out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I’ll give you some advice”

So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, “If you’re gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em
Know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done

Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away
And knowin’ what to keep
‘Cause every hand’s a winner
And every hand’s a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die
in your sleep

And when he finished speakin’
He turned back toward the window
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler he broke even
But in his final words
I found an ace that I could keep

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em
Know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done

The Gambler lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Songwriters: Don Schlitz
Recorded and released‎: ‎1978
Larry Butler Producer
United Artists Group Label

Time to Fold?

Longing for Honesty

I am honestly tired of pretending to be happy. It has become a societal neurosis, an obsession, a psychosis.

I just want the right to cry when I am sad and broken-hearted.

The push is always on to smile, as if it lying to the world about your state of mind were virtuous. Even the Catholic church extols a cheerful giver and they understand suffering.

The idea is that if we paint on a happy smile, we will not only fool the outside world but we will actually fool ourselves into becoming cheerful.

Hasn’t worked for me. If you have to tell someone to put on a happy face, they aren’t feeling it.

I am all for hard work, showing courage, stopping to help someone out of a tough, even life-threatening situation but I don’t always feel like smiling my way through it. It gives the wrong impression.

Although I see the strange logic, I don’t buy the concept that appearances are more important than thoughts, feelings and emotions. Feelings can be difficult, even impossible to control under some situations. Appearances are easily faked so using them to camouflage your true thoughts and opinions can be a quick fix and convenient distraction to prevent others from knowing the real you.

Fake it ‘till you make it has ruthless consequences when applied to the emotions.

Hiding the truth seems to be a high priority for a significant number of folks – at all levels and status- in society. Their rapid-fire smiles to the cameras flash and obscure the phony sentiments and promises. Sadly, this deceptive practice is as contagious as the measles and we have recently been reminded of what that can do.

To evaluate how ubiquitous this fixation with happy faces is, step inside a book store and check out the self-help section. It is deluged with books on positivity, optimism, cheerfulness, how to be happy, live happy, find happiness and one called Always Behave Cheerfully. You need to hire a detective to find a volume embracing misery.

This is not to say that there are no spontaneously, freely and legitimately happy, cheerful people. God has blessed many with this gift.

That still does not qualify happiness as a virtue because a virtue is some act or response that we deliberately choose even when it is contrary to our feelings. Patience is a virtue because one can respond patiently even if feeling impatient. We are not telling a lie about our feelings.

On the contrary, if you pretend to be happy, you are lying to the people around you about your feelings. Forcing a smile through tough times is not living honestly. We cannot reach out to the sadness in others if we are masking our own needs.

My underlying rejection of pretending to be OK when I am not, is that it is an admission that I don’t trust you and I don’t think you are responsible enough to cope with my true feelings.

I know how dangerous this can be because I have tried to seal my fragile heart with pretended smiles and assurances that there is nothing wrong. I thought I was protecting myself but it also kept the ones I loved at arms-length. At this point, I will not accept a relationship with someone whose smile is a way to lead me on, manipulate or use me.

I want something special and profound in my life with someone I can truly connect with.

I may be soft on the outside, but inside I am strong and dedicated to being true to myself.

Don’t interpret strong as harsh because I understand that it is difficult to open up to or show compassion for another and we often fail. Knowing that, I am eager to give others a chance to fail because in that I see someone willing to be vulnerable. Vulnerability is both a gift and a risk that could make it easier to commiserate with our neighbors and might even morph into empathy.

The Spanish philosopher Miguel de Unamuno saw expressions of pain exchanged between two people as the great equalizer of humankind. He believed that deeper connections could be made in wreckage than prosperity.

If we could learn to share in the unhappiness and despair of others and not insist they wear a false smile on their face, we would have taken a step toward creating a climate where we could trust and communicate with one another. A place where Mr. Rodgers might live.

Profound human connection and communion – in other words, love – can be sabotaged by false faces. An important key to unlocking love is to nurture honesty instead of cheer.

Challenge the idea that happiness is a matter of attitude.

Let’s call this virtue honesty.

Truth and honesty is the vision we need to hold on to

Betrayal

History isn’t shaped by heroes or even villains but by whispers of ordinary people that find each other through a shared discontent, a growing fear, a lost hope or a stolen ideal. Timid and uncertain at first, we seek signs that ours is the true path. We find courage in the acceptance of strangers, nodding heads and eyes that meet ours without hesitation. The few become many. The words flow, the emotions escape and the tears gush. Our excitement builds as our convictions, righteousness, faith and sense of inevitable justice for what becomes the cause evolves. Hesitant murmurs transform into shouts of hosannas in the street. There is no turning back.

It is an American rite of passage to draw a line in the sand for something we are either vehemently against or passionately committed to. You may fool yourself into believing that you would never march to Washington DC or pound on closed doors, but the time will come when you either join the fight or the fight comes to you. When it happens, don’t discount your contribution because it may just be the one that triggers a tsunami of change.

Still, trumpets often blare ahead of accomplishment and celebrations are prematurely planned. The thrill of the movement mesmerizes false warriors of the injustice, inequity, duplicity or hypocrisy at the heart of each cause. Many lose sight of their motivation or become disillusioned and fall away.

There are some that relish being judged by their meanest moments that have forgotten how to forgive. They are often the voice that plants a lie, anger or envy into the ear of an apathetic soldier, introducing a spark of doubt that flames into self-centered, self-serving and self-indulgent greed. One heart clangs shut and the momentum changes. All because of reckless words.

Words have cheapened in today’s world. Facts are fictions. They are not backed by reality and have become a game without reward or a con perpetrated on the gullible. More and more, the purpose of conversation and communication is to camouflage motives and true intentions. How do we cypher truth from innuendos, ridicule, obscure responses and cloaked realities?

It is the primary challenge we face in this time. Perhaps it is our duty to seek out the truth and turn off the double speak from those who want to control, manipulate and distract us for their own purposes and benefit. Truth is irrelevant to those that have the power to turn every whim into a binding command. They create their own version of reality and laugh at the idea of guilt or innocence.

Surely, we are enlightened and intelligent enough to discern the difference and act rationally.

As a people we have never allowed an indifferent shepherd to lead us to questionable pastures. Why now?

Fear is always a player. It prevents us from asserting ourselves, keeping us in our “place”. Fear hushes our laments and muffles our dreams. We believe that if we reach too high, strive too often or dream too big we will certainly fail and that will break our hearts. Fear is real and often painful and we must acknowledge it before we can overcome it.

The universality of fear is acknowledged in the Litany Against Fear, spoken by many highly educated people who faced danger or fear during their everyday lives. The litany helped focus their minds in times of peril. The Litany Against Fear was prominent in the book Dune and Children of Dune by Frank Herbert. Here is that version of the litany for your study:
“I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.”

We must practice courage and be ready to speak up for ourselves, children, the poor and any of God’s creatures who have no voice and depend on ours. It is also essential to be true to ourselves, caring for our health, engaging our minds and nurturing our spiritual lives. Often, we must choose between saying no to fleeting pleasure and opportunities and yes to our deepest nature. We are disloyal to ourselves when we fail to honor our genuine values and instead sell ourselves out for the price of success, acceptance or just to be considered cool. We feel the shame of betrayal.

Charles J. Orlando said, “Betrayal is the worst… and the key to moving past it is to identify what led up to it in the first place.”

That is our cause. Will you join?

A world without trust is like having a phone with no service. And what do you do with a phone with no service? You play games.

Now What?