Coral’s Healing Room at Coralsblog.com 505-269-9242 iwritetohealmyself@gmail.com I rise early. I go to bed early. If you need me, I will make myself available to you.

Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

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Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

What happens when we freely speak unspeakable truths?

Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

If I may say so…something fucking happens. You breathe for the first time. You hear your awful truth out of the mouths of people you had no fucking idea were being hurt like you were being hurt.

Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

You say names that  you could barely fucking utter for decades, without feeling ashamed of yourself, didn’t you? You realized that the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach and the scheming to schedule your life playing possum was for a reason.

Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

Your kind of crazy is my kind of fucking crazy and your pain is my own. After over four decades, you now know indisputably, that you are not the sick little fuck who they told you that you were.

Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

You know now that you were robbed of your entire fucking childhood, your virginity and your sense of self, right next to me and countless others, raped by their blood relatives.

Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

Yep, keeping it in the family was  a catchy little slogan for incest. I guess it still is, because that is fucking hilarious, isn’t it? I mean, unless you are the one who spent your entire childhood satisfying someone sexually that you look up to and admire and trust, because they are family. Unless you still have to detach yourself from the little child that you couldn’t protect from the fucking pedophile that you called Daddy, Uncle, Brother or Grandfather…

Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

unless you lived under this shroud for decades, maybe you think the little jingle is funny, about keeping it in the family. Those of us who lived it…we just can’t believe that we aren’t alone anymore. Laugh all you want.  Taunt and tease away…we have each other now. We do not need you or your approval. We never fucking did and we know that now.

Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

I have said it before and I wasn’t sure why…that I am gathering the nations. Clarity is here and I will say it again, I am gathering the nations. We will rise up. We will not be silenced and we will never stand down. We take our power back and we strip you of any false sense of power over us that you convinced us that you had. Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

In high school, I called many of you Brother and Sister and again, I didn’t know why. I return to this place now, my Brothers and Sisters. Take my hands and walk with me now. Be not afraid. We have nothing at all to fear but fear itself. We’ve only two choices. I walk out of any fear that remained and I chose love. Uttering your horrible truths has set us free to live in our own truth, in our own light and hand in hand with those who love us like a verb.

Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

I revist this topic of incest to remind you that you are not alone. There are no statistics for us. No one wants to talk about us being fucked by our family. We were sworn to secrecy for a fucking lifetime. We have nothing keeping us quiet now. We have each other to walk us home now. I won’t go down this road again, as I already did my time.

Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

I accept my life experiences and all that they have been. I own my place and my part in them. I am only here now because of every single thing that happened and I wouldn’t change a thing. Not one thing. I am here to tell you that you are okay. You are not alone in this. I am right here and you can tell me your story. You can post your story publicly on my page and I will share it. We speak their names to clear our own. We release our pain, our blame and our attachment to the past and we are here to let it go together. You have me.  I have you.  And guess what? We have fucking got this. Thank you for sharing your pain with me. We are all just walking each other home. Take my hand and let’s do this! Sister Coral is back in the house!!!!!

I love you.

Thank you for sharing your pain with me.

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