Friday, November 16, 2012

On Tears and Fear



I've been crying for days.   Crying at sappy commercials, TV shows with emotional story lines, the written word by writers I admire and in the cracks between all that, for love lost, years of my life lost and this strange space I'm in right now.    I'm tired, not body tired, but heart and soul tired.   This battle for healing, for becoming the most whole version of me I can be feels never-ending just here, just now.   I don't want to hear how the journey is a spiral and it only "feels" like I'm back at the beginning.  I want to know it, know it from deep down in my soul that this path is nearing completion.  I want to feel the sun, the light deep down, so deep inside that it illuminates all the darkness, burns it away leaving nothing but joy and love and light.

This space, just here is exhausting and feels unending.   A  moment that lasts for an eternity.   I'm tired of the darkness the abusers left behind, tired of questioning my own right to be here, alive, breathing.   I yearn to know peace...  To know that I deserve to be here, that I have a right to be here, that I don't have to apologize for the space I take up in this world.

In truth I feel as though I am false, that I somehow create a negative space, a black hole, that I shouldn't be here.   It's a battle between heart and mind.  My heart feels, knows that I have something to give to this world, that I want and can make a difference, even if it's in some infinitesimal way.  My mind argues, knowing that lives have been lost in my story.    That the abusers did damage far beyond what they did to me.. that there are empty places in this world where others should be doing their own healing.   Why did I survive?   Why me, here on this path, and not those that were lost along the way?

Perfect.   The label I was branded with so deeply, far more deeply than any physical brand could do, a branding of my heart and mind, of that unobtainable thing, perfection.   I have always felt I was a lie,  I knew I wasn't perfect, that fucking word that they tattooed on  me from birth.  

Somehow I have to stop resisting.   I am closed down like a fist, fingers wrapped tightly around thumb.   I want to scream to the universe that I cannot take another moment, another memory, any more knowledge of what I've survived, can it be enough that I did... survive?    But my body and mind are beating their drums, waiting to tell their story, and I know... I know, that so long as I resist, their war drums will grown louder, kinesthetic memories will continue and I will continue to feel like I'm drowning.

But to not resist?   To open to what comes next, feels like death.  I hear the sound of those damn hospital monitors, the sound of flat line, no breath, no beating heart, no brain waves, hear the wail of sirens, and terror rises up like water, choking me.  Death.   Because to break the rules, any  of them, always meant death.  There was no other thing.  If you remember you die.  If you tell you die. And yet here I am, putting word to paper, I am here and they are dead and gone.  Mostly.   Except when their not, in dream and night terror.. flashback and body memory.

There are stories I need to know, my body is reminding me that it needs me to listen with every panic, sweat filled night terror, every kinesthetic pain and spasm.

So, where does that leave me?   Still trying to sort out how to open that clenched fist, how to open my body and heart and mind to the truth, still trying to stop resisting no matter how loud those drum  rhythms of impending doom may sound.   In the face of terror how do I open, soften and simply be with what comes next? That is the piece I need to figure out just now.  And so here I am, putting word to page and fighting the screaming fear that is raging through me.... Today I will try to soften, just the littlest bit, instead of fighting the fear I will fight to unclench my hands, my  mind and just be, present.

I hear you body, I hear and I will do my best to listen, to feel, to see.  Today that will be enough.

1 comment:

  1. "I hear you body, I hear and I will do my best to listen, to feel, to see. Today that will be enough."

    Holding this sentiment close today -- thank you so much for this powerful writing!! xo,
    -Jen

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