Shadow Work

This is not a fairy tale. On the contrary, it is a very ordinary story of a young girl who is probably your friend, your neighbor, a passerby on the street. Your cousin, your niece, the one you don't like because she is so closed to repeated wickedness that she seems superior. You knew her for a while, on a Tinder date, in an anonymous meeting, at the bar... You took the time to talk to her, you probably judged her, like most people who judge everyone they meet.

In short, it is the story of one who has all these roles. A very ordinary person, like you, like the other. So why tell the story of an ordinary person?

This person, this girl, she lost her light. My recollection of this girl is dull, confused. I don't remember great things. She passed more often than not between the wall and the tapestry. This young girl has clearly lived too much in too little time to think about dying at such a young age. That first time, she is four years old. While his father was on the floor after having one of the beatings of his life inflicted by his younger brother. She is trying to focus on not feeling her own pain. That of her father who just beat her in the middle of the night. She thought she deserved the beating. Screaming at his drunk father isn’t right. Especially not at 3 o'clock in the morning while she tries to sleep without success because the music is too loud. You don't break a party like that.

It is one of many stories like this one that she lived until she was 10 years old. Until the day she tries to report her father to her family. But no one listens to her. But then, she goes, she puts the package.

"My father touches me," she said.

"Maybe they'll listen to me now," she thought.

Success.

But even at 10, a child is not aware of the scope of her words. She just wants to be heard. She just wants to feel safe. She just wants the pain to stop.

It's been a while since Miss dreamed of running away, to get out of her little hell that seems very ordinary. That she wants to be far from all that makes her suffer: her violent and workaolic alcoholic father, her tyrannical mother-in-law, her mentally deficient half-brother who introduced her far too young to pornography and who harasses her to have sex, friends who find her strange and treats her as a darling because school staff find it abnormal that a young girl wears cotton wool in the middle of the summer and gives her attention. Admittedly, she did not take care of herself and was not the most feminine. Her hair was often in battle. She didn't wash often. No one had explained to her that you had to brush your teeth every day. At the age of 10, when she had her first period, no one took the time to explain to her the different ways not to bleed everywhere. Instead, she would throw away her blood-stained clothes and pray that her father would not realize it.

I'm telling her story because I know that she is not the only one. People need to identify so they can speak up their truth. We live in this area where we need to denounce the people that dimed our light.

Just remember, you are loved. I hear you. I want to speak for you, little girl.