My apologies for not writing last week. I’m exhausted, especially emotionally. Yet there is no option to stop.
My Facebook feed has been filled with friends of mine sharing their stories of abuse and sexual assault. I don’t watch the news, but I know that it has been filled with the story of Kavanuagh’s nomination and confirmation to the Supreme Court of the United States.
My heart is sick with the stories of my sisters (and brothers) including Christine Blasey Ford. I’ve debated whether it would be worthwhile for me to share my stories. For many, speaking out has been healing and empowering. For many others, hearing or reading about what others have experienced has been triggering.
It is not my intention to open anyone’s old wounds. I also do not feel the need to poke at my past experiences. I have forgiven my transgressors and taken away the power they once had over me. I choose not to give those people or events any more power by rehashing the experiences. They have paid their own price, and must answer to their Gods for their actions.
Witnessing is powerful, and it is tiring. Speaking up and fighting is also tiring. Attempting to convince people who have no idea the harm they have done is wrong is exhausting. Even more exhausting is fighting those who are desperate to remain in power at any cost.
It can be tempting to give up in the face of what looks like insurmountable odds. Why keep going if it seems like our actions and words make no difference? Is it worth the effort and the exhaustion?
Even if only one person’s experience is validated. Even if only one person opens their eyes and changes their mind. Even if only one person makes a different choice, one that values another person’s choice. It IS worth the effort.
If sharing your story empowers you, keep sharing. If you can only be a listening ear, listen. Support each other. Love each other.
VOTE. Your voice is powerful only if you use it.