As a little girl, I would sit on my swing that hung from our apple tree. It was cozy, like going to Grandma’s house and always being met with the biggest, squishiest of hugs. Oxygen be damned.
It was like being scooped right up, boo-boos healed, and like life was finally entering back into your system. Finally being able to take the breath you never knew you were holding.
It was a space where I could go, be speechless but still heard. She would absorb the pain when I didn’t know how to let it go, making things feel better without change or judgement. A space where that little ol apple tree created just for me.
She was my keeper–holding onto all the things I no longer could or the things I just didn’t understand.
I want to share the pages from my story. However, this isn’t just my story. It is many of ours’ story. So, as I share Whispers from the Roots, know that you are seen and heard, my love.
This is the story of a wild, free-spirited little girl who was always outdoors or in the bush, with no fewer than 5 bruises/ scrapes at one time. A practicing apprentice for Dr. DoLittle, speaking to and healing all animals and trees. Truly thought her hands were magical and healing.
In a world where she believed her “imagination” was sometimes one of the safest–most healing places to be.
This story is from her point of view. Living out real-life experiences as a farm girl, amongst the least favourite of the children. In a generation where you weren’t seen or heard.
Yup! That’s me; I’m that little girl. This is my story of how my brother sexually abused me for over a decade and no one saw me. These are my very true and very raw stories. I will be sharing the hard parts that no one talks about, and all the parts people actually seen. I am going to be including my journaling, my writing, my poetry, and my HS Wisdom. (Higher Self Wisdom). Come along for something I know is a part of my healing journey.
I always wanted to be seen and heard. However, I realized it’s not todays me who needs to be seen or heard. It’s that little girl and her truth.
So, if you stay, welcome and thank you. I am choosing to stay completely anonymous for this; I ask you to please respect that. Remember this isn’t just my story.
-xo