Thursday, November 26, 2020

I don't know you, but I am truly grateful

 I do not know your name or who you are but I am grateful.  I will never know who called you, will never see your face but I am thankful.  You see my entire life people looked the other way, ignored and pretended that they didn't see me or the things going on in my life. I have been told this story of falling out a window through out my life and just 2 days go you, you were mentioned and it made all the difference, because even when I was 4 someone noticed that I wasn't ok and called for reinforcements.  Someone noticed that something was off, and did something, someone did something. All those years ago in an emergency room in Boston, someone saw me and wanted to make sure that I was ok.  That is breathtaking. That is lifechanging. 

Today I am 45 and my entire life I was told the story about falling out a window.  I was 4 it was a second story window, and I was looking at the ladybugs, and just fell out.  I have never questioned one detail, one thing that I was told. Some woman took us to the Hospital, they said the bushes broke my fall, my head was bleeding.  I have been told it was a miracle that God was there, I don't believe that but it was part of the the story.  It kind of always ended there.  I have a picture in my head of the house the window, even the ladybugs but not sure if that was even what it looked like, I see it clearly. I was only 4. How much can a four year old truly remember.

While decorating the Christmas tree a few days ago , an ornament was found and my mother started talking. Oh the one who brought us to the hospital gave you this ornament.  Half listening, half ignoring I don't want to hear the story again. But she continues, I made a comment that my father probably pushed me out, being sarcastic, wanting the talking to stop.  She got defensive stood up for my father like he was some kind of magnificent standup man.  I shrank inside, the tears started, that feeling of insignificance crept in like a tsunami .  I just desperately want someone on my side, someone to acknowledge just the kind of man that he was. Someone to acknowledge how I had to experience the world growing up.  

So she continues the story this time, with things I have never heard.  She mentions that CPS was called, and more excuses and words that don't make sense. CPS was called for me?  Enough concern was shown and one of the Dr's must have called them right ?  Do you know what that means for me ?  A girl who was looked over and ignored much of her childhood ?  That means that all those years ago someone did something,  all those years ago with out knowing anything, without knowing the hell that I lived someone noticed and said something.  Someone cared enough to do the right thing. Even though nothing came of it,  questions were asked someone saw me.  For that I will forever be grateful. 

Here is my thank you to them. 

To you who noticed,

Today I heard of you for the first time and it made my heart full.  You see I was just a sad lonely little girl who showed up in the emergency room because I had fallen out of a two story window.  My little life was full of violence and danger, that you knew nothing about.  I was never seen and always overlooked,  I was quiet and observant. I noticed everything.  I loved animals and just wanted someone to care, someone to see me.  I can not tell you what happened that day that I fell out of the window, I have heard I was looking at ladybugs.  Now as an adult and a mom there are so many questions, that I just don't have an answer for.  I can not tell you, where my father was or my mother for that matter. I think I remember the window and the street but then again I was only 4. I would not be surprised if I was looking at ladybugs, I was jealous because they had wings to fly away and go wherever they wanted.  I guess none of that matters.  I was told the story of falling out of the window, and not once was CPS mentioned until just a few days ago and I think my heart grew, the tears flowed and I was grateful.  You see I was in my early twenties before I was seen, and heard and acknowledged.  I had always asked the question why didn't anyone say anything do anything, notice anything and to hear that a DR. did have questions and called CPS to check things out that means someone cared. That means that you were the first, that someone cared that someone saw me and wanted to make sure that I was ok. I am sure that I didn't have the words to tell you hat was happening in my little life.  I am sure that the answers and excuses that were given to your questions were innocently answered.  I know that nothing occurred out of your concern.  Today as a 45 year old women knowing that someone gave a damn, is everything amazing and I am truly truly grateful.  Knowing that an adult in my life did their job, did the things that they were supposed too means more to me than I could ever express in words. The gratefulness that I have for you is now quietly rolling down my face .  You were the first, you were the one that did the right thing. You knowing nothing of my little life, at least asked questions, and noticed.  I wish I could just hug your neck and ask you all the questions that I have, why were you called what did I say what did you think ?  So many questions I would have for you, but mostly I would hold on and cry because what you did all those many many years ago has an impact to this very day and from the very bottom of my sad heart I am beyond grateful.  You made a difference then and will continue to make a difference for me.  No one can ever take away the fact that regardless of what anyone did or didn't do you saw me, you were there to make sure I was ok and that is something that will forever be a part of me.  You saw me,  you saw me in a world where I truly thought I was forgotten, worthless and a bother.  I will forever hold you close, oh so close, my only hope is that somehow this will go out in the world and you feel even a small amount of my gratitude, appreciation and thankfulness as a little whisper, maybe even a little lady bug that makes you stop and take a breathe and notice how amazing that small moments can be. Grateful Grateful, Grateful .  I heart your heart. 



Saturday, November 14, 2020

Endure


 I don't know what it is and why lately I do not feel ok.  Sure there is a part that is physical waiting for referrals and Dr's to do what they are supposed to. Something is not ok, and I feel like its something that has to be quietly dealt with. That is one piece of this heart and mind, but there is another huge piece that seems to be forgotten. Everyone assumes that a person is fine.  They smile and are a contributing member of society, yet when they are alone the demons take over and eat at the core of who they are.  I do not have a thick skin and it seems lately so many things are getting in and I can assure you I am not ok. There are not people on my side, people that have my back regardless.  Even the ones I live with, they sway and go with decisions that serve them best, ignoring all the rest.   

One of my sweet students says time and time again every single day; I am so happy Ms.Callahan are you happy, I hold my heart, smile and say yes I am happy as it feels like another little sword another little crack in my heart because I want nothing more than to feel that sweetness that innocence and I just don't.  There are absolutely times I feel happy, when all is well with the world. I long for  that inner happy, that is the part that I do not have.  The part where I am happy in my own skin because I am me.

There are moments that I have it, at least a sliver of it, enjoying the breeze, teaching, my kids, but they are fleeting.  There is a sadness that is so deep and so tender that never ever goes away and that is what I need to get ahold of and figure out and make it something different. Something softer, less painful and not all encompassing. I am that willow tree: punch me rape me beat me I always keep moving, smiling and breathing .  Make me feel less than, speak down to me, tell me that was great but.....and I smile take it all in, like I need any more reasons to add to my list of why I am such an unworthy human . 

I endure it all always, I don't ask why, I don't want someone to fix me. I just want kindness , kind words, patience, understanding and gentleness, I need gentle. I am not sure there is enough gentle in the world for what I need, that is terrifying.  I am exhausted, and looking for the light at the end of the tunnel. 


I heart your heart. 
Please world send gentle understanding kindness my way

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Sitting in Courage


 I was asked what sitting in courage would look like to me and these two pictures were the things that just made sense to me. I do not see myself as courageous, I just do the things that need to be done.  I will face the beast , I will risk everything to make those hard choices in life.  The truth is I am a huge chicken really, I am scared every second of every day with every breathe that I take.  I am scared that all that I fight for will slip away with no warning and just be gone, like sand slipping through my fingers. I worry that the things that I am fighting for are things not meant for me and I am fighting for nothing.   Things, people leave in my life, there are not things that stay more than a season. There are not things that stay for the pain and the sad.  There are not people in my everyday to hold my heart as I fight the fight of my life.   I feel like there are so many big huge things ahead that are so much bigger than me.  I want to tame them, make them small and insignificant. I want to win over these things that are larger than life, but everyday I wonder if its possible.  I want to be bigger than the things that I face.  I want to be brave, and fierce but I feel in this moment that the things that I face are gargantuan and add that to all the other things that are on my plate and I am overwhelmed.  

I want to be strong, I want to face the monsters with kindness and gentleness ; gently push them to the side and tell them their time is done. I want to be so strong and beat them, eave them in some lovely dust.  I am just very very tired.  I look at these pictures and that is how I wish I saw the things that are in front of me, instead of this looming overwhelming black hole, but to be completely honest I do not.  They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and I don't believe that. I am not stronger, I am bruised and hurt and will do almost anything to get to the place where I feel free, where my heart doesn't feel so fragile.  I know the things that I have survived, and I hope with every cell in my body that this next step will be easier than I think and more freeing than I could ever imagine. There is a part of me that holds on to hope yet there is another part that is screaming for me to give up.  I know that I never give up, I will never let them win.  But their incessant screaming wares on a persons soul. 

Maybe it is courage that I am sitting in. But either way I feel same . If I believe it or not that changes nothing.  My heart is still heavy, with a soul wanting to speak but unable to find the words needed to break free. The only reason that I am holding on to these shards of hope that things are going to be different, that things are going to be better, is some unimaginable strength that I don't understand. Some day my heart will rest, knowing I have done all there is to do. Someday sleep with come, with no vividness of the things I have survived.  My dreams will be of babies laughing and animals swimming free and happy.  I can close my eyes and see it, imagine that it would be like finally finding that soft place to fall and really truly feeling that nothing in the world would ever take it away.  Yes that someday, but its not today and so I keep fighting.  Fighting for the world that I long for , a place where my heart can genuinely rest. Just rest then I can sit in the courage that I have always had.  






Tuesday, November 3, 2020

When others have the words in your heart, I am grateful

 Other words because I don't have the right ones. These are all others words, they just spoke to my heart. It's just so sad. 




Mirror
She’s screaming, so loud
I can hear her now.
She’s biting that stuffed koala bear,
To muffle and drown out the sounds.
Her tiny body; penetrated.
Every ounce of her enraged,
By all of this terror,
Powerlessness, and shame.
So much has changed
Inside of her over the years.
But when I hear her screaming,
It still reduces me to tears.
I want to reach out,
And grab hold of her,
And love her;
Pull her safely into my arms.
I want to rescue and restore her.
She fought so hard,
But she couldn’t save herself.
And the pain transformed her
Into somebody else.
She spent her life surviving;
Never understanding
How to live.
She knew no way of thriving;
She had nothing left to give.
And when these nightmares
Swiftly come,
There’s no place left
For me to run.
It’s just me
And my nightmares,
And all of this pain.
The feelings and memories
I cannot erase.
I cannot avoid them;
Each moment, vividly clearer.
No more starving it away,
Or purging it out;
No more turning it all on myself,
In the mirror.
So here I sit,
On my bedroom floor;
Just as I did,
All those decades before.
I am sitting once again,
In front of this piece of glass;
Holding onto different questions,
Than the ones I used to ask.
I used to sit in this very position;
Arms hugging my knees so tight.
And I would tell myself:
“You will make it; you will make it;
Just take a deep breath.
You will survive it again tonight.”
But little girls
Shouldn’t carry such things.
They shouldn’t have to worry,
About anything.
I sat in front of that bedroom mirror,
Afraid, and without a safe home.
And it didn’t matter which house I was in,
Because I always felt alone.
It was just me and my secrets,
And my ability to keep them hidden,
And this innate obsession
With protecting everyone from them.
I did what I thought I needed to do,
But I had no idea
What would happen to me;
After years and years,
Of not facing that abuse.
I’ve worked so hard
To recover from this;
To move beyond the weight of it.
But when I am triggered,
And these nightmares come,
I’m still so afraid,
And there’s nowhere left to run.
And so here I sit,
In front of my mirror.
Arms hugging knees,
With visions grow clearer.
And I stare at myself;
At this woman’s, frame and shape;
At all of her scars,
That cannot be erased.
Frantically searching,
For that scared little girl.
I can still hear her,
But I can’t seem to find her,
No matter how hard I try.
But as I slow down
And I take a deep breath,
I look up and there she is,
With those piercing
Dark brown eyes.
Behind those eyes,
Is where she’ll always be;
For she doesn’t see the world
Like me.
She wasn’t very happy.
And I have to stop
Expecting her to be.
She is allowed
To cry out,
When she is triggered.
She is allowed to break down,
When these memories come.
It is not my job
To silence her pain.
It’s my job
To make her feel safe, and loved.
And somehow,
That has to be enough.
All I can give her,
Is the love
She deserved to have.
I’ve had to learn
To be her guardian;
To be the mother
She never had.
So here we sit, together;
Her big piercing eyes,
Inside my woman’s frame.
And I remind her
That she’s safe,
And that things
Are vastly different;
Even though
In this moment,
They still feel the same.
I breathe in deeply
And I let it out slowly,
As I press my forehead
Against the glass.
And we sit here together,
Exhausted and weathered;
As we wait for these feelings,
To pass.





She needed someone to come. She needed someone to pick her up and tell her she was loved; that it wasn’t her fault; that she’d rise above the ashes she’d become, because of what he’s done. But it’s not that bad; yeah I keep telling myself that.”


“Nothing can fully erase this damage; this havoc you’ve brought to my heart. But I swear on my life I will mend it enough, that I’m no longer afraid of the dark


Powerful words from Anthony Hopkins:
''Let go of people who aren't ready to love you yet! This is the hardest thing you'll have to do in your life and it will also be the most important thing: stop giving your love to those who aren't ready to love you yet.
Stop hard conversations with people who don't want to change.
Stop showing up for people who are indifferent to your presence.
Stop loving people who aren't ready to love you.
I know your instincts do everything to win the good mercy of everyone around you, but it's also the impulse that will steal your time, energy and mental, physical and spiritual health.
When you start manifesting yourself in your life, completely, with joy, interest and commitment, not everyone will be ready to find you in this place of pure sincerity.
That doesn't mean that you have to change who you are. That means you have to stop loving people who don't want to love you yet.
When you are excluded, subtly offended, forgotten or easily ignored by people you give time to, you don't do yourself any favour by allowing them your energy and your life.
The truth is that you're not for everyone...
And that not everyone is for you...
That makes this world so special, when you find the few people you have friendship, love or a true relationship with...
You will know how valuable that is...
Because you have experienced what isn't...
But the more time you spend trying to make you loved by someone who cant...
The more time you waste depriving the same connection...
There are billions of people on this planet, and many of them will end up with you, on their level, with their vibration, from where they stand...
But...
The smaller you stay, involved in the privacy of people who use you as a pillow, background option, a therapist and a strategy for their emotional healing...
More time you stay out of the community you wish for.
If you stop showing up, you might be less wanted...
If you stop trying, the relationship might stop...
If you stop texting, your phone stays dark for days and weeks...
Maybe if you stop loving someone, the love between you will dissolve...
That doesn't mean you ruined a relationship!
That means all this relationship had was the energy that only you and you hire to keep it in the air.
It's not love.
That's attachment.
That's wanting to give a chance to those who don't want it!
The most valuable and most important thing you have in your life is your energy.
Its not just your time because it's limited...
It's your energy!
What you give every day is what will become more and more in your life.
It's the ones you give time and energy that will define your existence.
When you realize this, you start to understand why you are so impatient when you spend your time with people that don't suit you, and in activities, places, situations that don't suit you.
You're starting to realize that the most important thing you can do for your life, for yourself and for everyone you know, protect your energy stronger than anything.
Turn your life into a safe sanctuary where only '' compatible '' people with you are allowed.
You are not responsible for saving people.
You are not responsible to convince them to be saved.
It's not your job to exist for people and give them your life, little by little, moment after the moment!
Because if you feel bad or if you feel obliged; you are the root of all of this by your insisting, afraid they promise you the favors you won't give them...
It's your only fact to realize that you are the loved one of your destiny and to accept the love you think you deserve.
Decide you deserve a true friendship.
Wait then... just a minute...
And look how everything is starting to change..."
Anthony Hopkins



I write about things that stole my wings, and pinned me down against my will. You broke me and changed me as you kept me in chains, and the thought of it still makes me ill.”




“I wake up, sometimes still unable to breathe. Hands shaking, as sheer panic takes over me. I try to walk steady, on these razor sharp feet. They’ve been cut up and bloodied, from years of defeat. But you won’t take me down. You won’t silence me. My heart beats now, for those who cradle and hold it, and for this fierce warrior, who’s skin is draped around it. You don’t own this heart inside me. It is mine, and mine alone, to its very core. You made me think hope was lost, but I found it; oh how I dug so deep down to reclaim it, and I am not your prisoner anymore.”


“Sweetheart, you are in pain. Relax. Take a breath. Let's pay attention to what is happening. Then we'll figure out what to do.”
Sylvia Boorstein
Happiness Is an Inside Job: Practicing for a Joyful Life
A huge thank you to Aundi Kolber, who introduced me to these words this morning. If you don’t know Aundi’s work (Her amazing book is entitled Try Softer: A Fresh Approach to Move Us out of Anxiety, Stress, and Survival Mode--and into a Life of Connection and Joy) you should. In any case, this quote she posted on Instagram stopped me in my tracks.
Many times when I’m seeking healing, I whirl and careen around trying to fix myself and my circumstances. In those moments, what I always need to do is to come to a place of stillness and to pay attention.
The quote she posted by the author Sylvia Boorstein is about self compassion. That makes such sense to me. I think loving someone else is simply paying attention. Noticing. Seeing. So, of course, the same is true of self-love. 
Notice what is going on in your body, mind, and spirit today. A big part of getting to where you want to be is honoring where you are at in this moment.


“And this is what it looks like, to walk through life after surviving trauma. Even though the events may be over, you still feel like you’re blindfolded; unable to see. You’re so afraid, to open your eyes. Your hands still feel like they’re tied up in knots, and you’re still all mixed up inside.”



“Hey there Little, it’s me; big. There are some things that you should know. I owe you my life. You’re the reason we survived. You are with me, wherever I go. Never again will I silence your voice, that still lingers deep inside. You my Little, are the bravest hero.”


“There’s an invisible wall, between me and my dreams. And if it’s the last thing I do, I will shatter this thing.”


"Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining."
Anne Lamott



You should have killed me, you selfish bastard. I would have been better off dead. Now I fight to exist; hands clenched in tight fists, as these demons just dance in my head.”


“They tell me it happened a long time ago. They tell me by now, I should be free. They tell me it’s my job to save my own soul; that I alone, hold the key. But they don’t understand the power he holds; these horrific flashbacks and memories. Not once have they ever stopped and asked themselves why, or what it must have been like, to be me.”



“Round and round in a circle it spins; this never ending trauma. She faces her triggers the best that she can. It’s her survival; but you call it drama. You shouldn’t mock a strength that you could never understand, or a path that you haven’t walked. He stole her voice; she had no choice, so please don’t silence her, when she finally talks.”



I hate being a girl


 There are so many things running through my heart.  I hate being a girl. I hate having a body that doesn't fight back, that doesn't fee safe.  In my lifetime girls had terrible jobs to do,  and the things that are expected are things that are too heavy for any man woman or child to bear on their own.  I feel like my mind is exploding with thoughts and the only thing that comes are tears.  I had to go to the Dr today, and I  hated every second. I only went for my children.  The nurse was nice, she was kind.  That was a great thing.  The Dr was very young, it felt like he was going through a list in his head of all the things he was supposed to ask, and tell me.  So I have to have a mammogram, and go to the gynecologist, the things that my nightmares are made of.  I am supposed to purposefully go.....that is hard to wrap my head around.  I hate being a girl I hate the Dr's we have to see, and I hate having a chest I would gladly give away, get rid of them; hang them up for good if that was even a possibility.  The only time that I liked being a girl was being pregnant, making sure that I did everything right for my sweet babies. Feeling them move, hearing those little hearts, that was a good time as a girl when nothing else mattered. I am scared as a girl but also know that being a boy can be just as scary I would imagine. Somehow that doesn't make me feel better.  Being a girl is a burden that I can not change that I can not get away from; that I can not escape.  I can tell you there are too many times that I would give almost anything not to be in my girl body, and not have had to endure all that my body did. Even sometimes to this  very day, I feel things in my bones that I have no control over.  I can do everything in my power but the memories and pictures play and there is no escape. There is no peace.  This is the skin I was born in and what has happened happened and there is no going back no making things clean , no making things less painful or traumatic.  It's just the life that I was given. I hate the attention and focus. I hated it even more when I was skinny.  When Men would make comments, like I was asking for attention; I was not and never did I want attention ever, ever ,ever.  I hate Dr's and having to be aware of the skin that I am in . I hate being a girl and having a chest, I hate being a girl and being so vulnerable all the time.  I don't understand why being a girl gave people the right to take what they want and not even think about the consequences. I hate being a girl and having things taken before they were even realized as a gift.  So I am sad, sad that I can't enjoy being a woman, that I can not stand proud in my own skin and be amazed at the body I am in . Instead I live ashamed of my own skin, the things that I feel  and the things that can be so carelessly taken at any fucking moment. Sometimes being a girl, is heartbreaking, today is that day.  


I heart your heart.   

Things I don't believe I will ever have

 There are things in this world that I don't believe that I will ever have.  There are things in this world that I see differently that make me something a little worse, a little more pesky and a burden that is often to heavy for anyone to stay.  I often hold my breathe thinking that if I say the things in my head out loud that I will never have, then somehow it will lessen the blow and I won't want those things so much.. Lessen the sadness, lessen the wanting and need for that thing and then maybe I won't need it.  I can tell you that doesn't work.



It's so hard to explain. There just are things in this world that are not meant for me.  There are things I will never know, never experience never know what its like.  I will never get married, never have a child out of love.  I will never marry, never have someone all my own that loves my heart with each and every tear and bruise. There are things that I will miss out on because I see things different, because I experience the world different.  I am hopeful to find my happy place where I am content, and at least able to take a deep breathe, but there are things I am going to miss out on. Things that there may always be a longing for but an understanding that it's ok. 


I long for that place, when the acceptance kicks in, and I am ok with where I am and where my life has led me. 


I heart your heart .