I want to start by sharing one of the most vivid teenage memories. It's of my maths teacher throwing my algebra book outside of a second story window. And in the time it took for that book to land on the ground, something inside of me collapsed.I felt crippling shame. And at that time, I didn't have the language or the support to process the shame. So my nervous system did what nervous systems do.It protected me. I became an angry and fearful young adult, rejecting the very thing I craved and needed the mos ...