To go to my ex husband after all the hell he put me through. To have him call me so I can just relive shit. And have him talk to me like that again. Like I’m nothing … He just looks down on me like I’m scum or something …
I am inclined to spew some un-invited and trite sweet nothings in an attempt to sooth your pain, but a part of me does not want to, not because you are not worth it, but, because I want genuine and lasting relief for you, not a half-assed attempt at a band-aid fix from someone who doesn’t know your circumstances, and is basically a passing stranger.
You are strong, you are not scum, you are intelligent. To repress the pain, the anger, the sorrow, the hate, allows it to take root and fester within us. It gives those things power within us, to subvert us, to sublimate us. Embrace those feelings utterly and fully, let them wash entirely through you, excite them to their highest potential, then tense every part of your body, hold it, then relax, letting them fade back in to pure nothingness, with not a shred nor speck left within to trouble you. Let them wash over you and through you with no resistance, so they may find no soil to take purchase within, that they may forevermore be dispersed and scattered before your majesty as a god mantled in flesh, when they depart.