The soulless monster settling into your core, and the shame. That first thing is "the evil introject". Its my favorite as in defining psychological entity. Its the mean mother completely internalized. Like strawberry swirled into cheesecake.

Some shame is good. It keeps you from walking down the street with no pants on. But if it keeps you from walking down the street period, then like they say on the price is right, ITS TOO MUCH! Shame was my dad's only form of discipline: "Arent you shame?" I always got hung up on the poor grammar! So i had to totally reject shame, and then oops theres me with no pants on.