You agree with a harsh feeling to make it stop

Come, let us find the ground to stand on, for you have been standing where the feeling wants you. You have mistaken the feeling''s accusation for the truth — when shame says "you are a failure," you rush to agree as though agreeing were honesty, but a feeling is not a judge, and its accusations are the shape it wears, not findings of fact; the feeling is real, yet that does not make its claims about you true, and you have collapsed the reality of the feeling with the truth of its accusation, which is another matter entirely. Agreement feeds the feeling; it does not end it — you agree hoping it will release you, but agreement confirms and enthrones the feeling, giving it your assent to grow, so "yes, it is all my fault" does not close the matter but fuels it, like feeding a fire to put it out. And let the feeling be present without signing its verdict — the witness''s place is neither to fight the feeling nor agree with it, but to let it be there fully as a feeling while declining to endorse its claims, feeling the guilt without concluding you are guilty; held so, neither fed nor fought, the feeling rises and passes, and underneath you find you are the awareness in which it arose, never the verdict it declared. What harsh thing does the feeling say about you that you keep agreeing to?