‘She’ is a tricky one to manoeuvre, this wounded wife. Constantly being projected onto, activated, judged and suppressed. Yet playing out in any moment of disempowerment or fear. ‘She’ sits in the ‘ocean of life’ touching all who hurt. Latching on, plugging you in to this sea of wounding. The collective pool of unresolved, unloved and rejected pain carried deep in the psyche. Many have swum in here before you arrived, and many more will come.
Choosing to remove yourself takes a willingness to ignore the pull of, the force of the collective. There will be no praise, no support to do this. On your own you will be.
The female psyche has experienced much wounding, you choosing to heal your wounds and transmute your feelings and step out of the pool is a powerful process which leaves an imprint of love and hope for those that come after you.
Swim in the pool, move the waters, disperse the stagnation, loosen yourself, release these ties that bind. Leave your mark.
‘She’ feels unloved, not valued, as if her life is given to others only to have it thrown back in her face. Rejected, expired, forgotten. All her time and effort – her life – given away without anyone seeing. Seeing what she gave, what she lost and what she was doing it all for. For the family. A structure she built, valued and prized above all. Yet now the structure is collapsing, she is left amongst the ruins. Wondering. Why? How? When? Did this occur.
‘She’ panicked in the early stages, frantically trying to stop the deconstruct, to patch the cracks, to keep it up alive and healthy. Then one day she stops, looks around and realises the damage is done, the futility of trying to stop the disintegration. She sobs uncontrollably for her loss, the pain and sorrow. Realising it has gone. She sits still and looks around. Tears roll down her cheeks. Her most precious possession has gone. It will take some time until she opens her eyes, willing to see her life, now. To contemplate moving forward, to even consider what else could be. The void in her,in her life is huge and terrifying.
‘She’ realises this cannot be rushed. Steadily with care she will move once more, courageously she will begin to look for signs of life and feed this new creation. The gap within her remains. Out of sight, no one will see. It will be carried deep within and slowly she will heal. Her deep heart holds the scars; they cannot be removed. She will love them as they remind her of what was, what she was and the family she had created, loved and revered.
A gift from the Gods.
For this she feels blessed.
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