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And I am going to interject here....yes the voices of days past can be excruciating and relentless. But what of the things that were not voiced? The neglect that needed no words and that taught us we were unworthy from the get go? How do we realize these things when we can't recall the words as they were never spoken?
It took me 7 long years to put together that my body replaying a mini death was actually my body telling me that it was expected of me to die. 7 years? What are our bodies so blatantly telling us that we are not understanding the language of? I look at it now and say 'of course!'
Yesterday I was down all day because a glass shattered in the kitchen. First time I was down in days. I don't know what the glue is between glass shattering and my feeling I need to die - but hopefully will find it - but I feel that if I could just read the language a little better I can know the terms of engagement between my birth parents and numerous foster parents without having to know the story.
It took me 7 long years to put together that my body replaying a mini death was actually my body telling me that it was expected of me to die. 7 years? What are our bodies so blatantly telling us that we are not understanding the language of? I look at it now and say 'of course!'
Yesterday I was down all day because a glass shattered in the kitchen. First time I was down in days. I don't know what the glue is between glass shattering and my feeling I need to die - but hopefully will find it - but I feel that if I could just read the language a little better I can know the terms of engagement between my birth parents and numerous foster parents without having to know the story.