As a child, I was told to go to my room when I was upset or angry. “Only dogs stay mad,” my mother would say. And I’d come out of my room with a smile on my face. But nothing got processed. We never discussed the abusive events; we never worked out the boundary violations. So later when I began meditating, I reproduced that same pattern - going to my meditation room and coming out smiling without working out the problems and hurts in my outer world.

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