First off, I will say that yelling and saying FUCK is neither wholesome nor badass. This is a point of departure for me, not my final destination. I am a work in progress…Unlearning and reparenting myself requires revisiting the pain from the past which threatens to haunt the present if I do not identify and unhook from the myths of my childhood experience.
When I was still quite young, I generally felt insignificant and doubted my actual existence….suspecting, wondering perhaps if I did, but only as part of someone else’s dream. I longed terribly for my dreamer to wake, so I could be finished with not mattering. As a college student, in possession of my very own answering machine (back in the day), I was able to listen to my own outgoing message(repeatedly), as affirmation of a voice that could be heard, if only by me. I see now why I resorted to excessive volume and profanity in response to life with those in our “family” home. When you either cannot be heard or what you say has no value……
Later I discovered the comfort of sniffing repeatedly at my own wrists. Applying Egyptian Musk or Lavender Oil each morning; scents that I knew, preferred and chose for myself, developed into ritualistic attempts at self soothing from the pain of my questionable existence. As a one whom is intensely affected by sensory input, those scents– purchased and applied by me were at times, proof enough. Smells don’t lie! Confident of my existence today, I seek serenity; serenity in the form of complete abstinence from those attempting to erase or diminish me; discounting my presence and worthiness. I matter. I am real. I am worthy of love and connection and reserve myself for those whom share these sentiments. I am awake and connected deeply to a power greater than
THEM myself. The god-less existence was a nightmare.
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