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Today I got a little chat with a sister. We were both surprised of our unexpected meeting. Sharing the same experiences of being in a long destructive relationship with a man. Of having felt the emotional pain of verbal abuse and the physical pain of physical abuse.
I couldn't imagine I was going to meet someone that I could share my story with today. Someone I could understand. Who could understand me. Lately this fact has struck me, in various situations: solutions are right there in front of me. I am surrounded by solved problems. I just don't see them. We started talking about the process of getting out and then we talked about the amazing love from our children. The communication. The thoughtfulness. The ability to move out and move forward. I asked her: "Did you know there is no word for verbal abuse in Swedish?". We also talked about shame. We talked for maximum 10 minutes. She is a wise, charming, warm, gentle, loving, funny and cool lady who loves dancing with the kids! I think she stopped aging at twenty-nine...But there is also a fragileness. I see it and I can feel it and smell it, that fragileness. After our little chat, I was moved in my heart, but most of all I was strengthened. In my whole being. All I already knew was proven, once again. When healing processes like ours are in moving, life becomes full of miracles. This day, final day of school term with fantastic singing in the sunshine by dressed up children and parents, amazing collegues, a lot of gifts, flowers and love from both parents and students, became a very special day to me because of these 10 minutes with her. She ended our talk with saying: "I hardly ever talk to anyone about this, but I felt I could with you". And yes I felt exactly the same.
Some people come out from crisis creating a new happiness embracing life instead of staying in shame and guilt. Instead of wearing that fake mask, they choose to be vulnerable. Instead of letting suppressed anger drain them from the inside, they continue to search for another way, an alternative one. So she became strong, she became a lioness. So when being open about this, for each woman out there, we confirm, acknowledge and attest to that yes it is a good thing to talk. Let the words go out. Let the vomit stink. We feel uncomfortable, but then released. The poison is out. Young or old, rich or poor, educated or not. All over the world we create stories we have the right to own. Before writing this blog post, I had to try hard to find the words. Thoughts said: no, you will only feel embaressed and naked. That old insecurity came up, I was even doubting the meaning of doing it. But then I thought of The Lioness, who I met I today. How brave she was when sharing her story with me, and how much that meant to me. So, to all sisters out there: come on, again: it is a good thing to talk!
Be that person and you will attract people with the same vibrations. We are all butterflies. We are everywhere and we have wings, beautiful ones. Don't miss the miracles that surround you. Look a little closer to the next flower you see, there is a multi-coloured butterfly under the petals.
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