Written by my friend and teacher, Tory Marsh. Posted here with Permission.
I know it’s been a couple of weeks, and you’re doing okay. I wanted to reach out and say that I love you, and I know that the #metoo movement all over Facebook has probably been pretty rough.
I felt it so I know you’ve felt it, too.
And, now we’re at that time when it’s after the funeral and all of the guests have gone home, no one is around to mourn and feel sad with… and you try to get on with life. Alone. Sad. Pretending like you’re fine, and feeling everything but. But you’ve been fine before so you’ll be fine again, you know that much.
I know that you didn’t ask for this quiet secret part of yourself to be opened. I know that you didn’t decide to finally heal these old wounds and bring them to the surface to be let go. You weren’t really ready for it, or asking for it.
I know that again, without your consent you’ve been flooded with the past instances of abuse, harassment, and victimization… all happening at the same time in your mind, reliving stories as they appeared from that long forgotten storage place. Feeling the wave of confusion, hurt, blame, disappointment, fear, shame, and a whole host of other mixed emotions… all at the same time in unexpected ways. Assaulted, again. And faced with decisions about how to share, are you willing to share, sharing a #metoo if you can… and even in that small gesture is unbelieveable weight and pressure and danger. I know, I have felt it, too.
Keep doing the best you can. Know that you survived then and you are surviving now. Get the help if you need it. Reach out if you need it. I know that these stories, this unrest, this disturbance doesn’t just go away as the hype dies down. But you’re brave, you’re strong, and you are capable. Love yourself, heal yourself, release yourself from this weight that you carry that maybe you no longer have to. It’s all coming up to the surface to release. Feel through it, do what you need to do. Meditate, throw some Ho’oponopono at it, tap on it, talk about it, journal it out, release yourself from the chains holding on to this, cry, scream, paint, dance, nap… whatever you need is the right thing.
Keep doing the best you can. Know that you are loved, you are worthy of love, and that you are safe. I love you so much. Keep putting one foot in front of the other. ❤