Shadow Work

When Robin branded his colleague as being manipulative, it wasn’t because he had twisted facts – but because he recognised the same trick he had used on someone years ago.

The boardroom became a confessional booth, where his projections masked the nameless shame.

Each label he pinned on others—selfish, cold, calculating—was a shard of his own reflection, refracted and redirected.

It gave him momentary relief, like exhaling smoke she’d been holding in too long.

But guilt, clever as it is, doesn’t vanish—it just changes costume, applauding from the wings as the drama unfolds.

And Robin, unaware of the audience within, kept casting shadows as if they were truths.


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