The Shields
“Either you are a
Victim in life –a sucker or a loser who’s always being taken advantage of or
can’t hold their own –or you’re a Viking –someone who sees the threat of being
victimized as a constant, so you stay in control, you dominate, you exert your
power over things, and you never show vulnerability.” ~Brene Brown
I have been a victim of physical abuse.
I was thrown down stairs, strangled, ran over
by a car, even “taught a lesson” with pillows so no one would believe me if I
told.
All of that was humiliating, but I
do believe the worst trauma was the constant screaming and name calling. In
private, in public, on the street corner, in the vet’s office, in front of my
children, on the phone, in the car, it was endless.
I have had nightmares for years that continue
still.
So what now? I've heard it many times over "You just love to play the victim, don't you?" Hearing this from my perpetrator/ supposed to be lover was soul crushing. Any effort to assert my confidence was met with disdain. I lived in fear for the last year. Afraid of the struggle that was inevitable. Afraid of the growing strength inside me.
Afraid to tell my story and face its harsh reality. I drug my feet so long and so deep there is a trail bore deep in my past that is seen everywhere now. It is unmistakeable, and undeniable. To twist the power of that toxic fate, I shower it with love and gentle kindness. Whatever you do, you will be judged anyway. If it hurt, tell it! Never let anyone tell you that you don't have a right to speak out about your pain. Pain inspires change. When you have the courage to face your own brutal reality, then comes the courage to change the things you can.
Somewhere along the way, we begin resisting.
The reasons are many—including family, upbringing, cultural conditioning, religion and karma.
We resist being love. We resist feeling our emotions. Over time,
these suppressed feelings settle in our energy field and physical body.
They block the free flow of universal energy.
We begin feeling depressed. Untold stories and feelings become stuck in the body and mind.
We repress resentment, anger, even love.
We withhold sharing our feelings, and by doing so, we punish
ourselves and others. We don’t express our fears, our sadness and
worries. We don’t realize that, at the core, we are the same.
~Via Rebelle Society
I learned how to cope, to survive I imagined flowers over
the face of my perpetrator/ lover/ manipulator.
For no one is ever one thing.
Loving wholeheartedly means looking past the vicious disrespect of
personal emotional boundaries. Or so I thought. Now I paint portraits of chairs and kicking feet over once well loved cheek bones and freckles. Self expression negates depression.
Today’s society gives extreme examples of right and wrong,
good and bad, there is no grey area, only white and black. Any compassionate person is empathic to
others having a bad day, especially those you care for and love. But what happens when that lover/manipulator
takes advantage of that compassion the way you knew they would? The only thing they could do. The only thing you can do. Fall to pieces. Hover over the broken shards mournfully. Lovingly pick up each one of the pieces,
stack them together, and float them down the river to pastoral serenity where
they and your heart will be restored. Every broken dream has a chance to be reborn, with renewed strength and a wisdom that overshadows the old.
Ego protects the delicate balance of soul and body.
There are many shields people use to protect
against vulnerability.
There is no right
or wrong, there is only that thing you do.
We all have our masks, we all have our
reasons.
In judging others, we judge ourselves.
I say put down that mask and let your true
self shine brilliantly through.
Share
your honesty, your shameful story.
It is
the telling and sharing that deflates its power to shape your life.
This is your story.
One bad chapter does not mean the end of the
book.
You are not the mistakes you have
made.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say
it again, arm yourself with knowledge.
Learn about your shields and why you use them. No one can tell you how to love or who to love. I don't even think we choose it for ourselves. Love chooses us. If you find yourself at a fork in the road, remember a fork has four tines, not two. Unless it is a shrimp fork, but your life is a big hearty meal. You need more options to truly savor it.
And remember, we are here to love and love hard every chance we get.
