Shadow Work (The Less-Than Whisper)

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Once upon a time there was a young man deeply in love.  He and his love enjoyed each other’s company and spent hours on hours together creating fictional worlds and beautiful stories together with their friends.

The young man, naive and trusting, had a great faith in humanity and the goodness of people.  He believed those around he and his love when they spoke of friendship and trusted them wholeheartedly, allowing them close and opening his heart to them on many occasions.

Then one day, out of the blue, a shadow figure appeared.  Witness to things the boy and his love could not see, this figure shared what had been seen.  Harsh words and plots hidden behind closed doors were revealed, and the true nature of those around him were put on display. The wicked witch and her crones exposed.

These others were not his friends at all, but instead aimed to split him from his love and steal his love away, expressing a desire to toss him aside as insignificant and as inconsequential as a wilted leaf in the dead of winter.  His trust crushed, the young man felt a tear rip through his insides, and a wound was created deep within his soul.

He and his love moved on from these people, yet the wound remained.  The young man buried it deeper and deeper, trying to find a way to make it smaller, make it less, and yet it remained… and remains.

That young man is me.  Was me…. somewhere around eight or nine years ago.

And still the wound remains.

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I tell myself all the time that that witch was a jealous cunt, and that her and her friends just wanted to try and separate us because they were jealous of what we had… and STILL have. And yet, it’s like in the back of my mind there’s this -knowledge- that I’m irritating and insignificant to others. Like a gnat.   Knowledge that isn’t true… but knowledge that my mind and heart refuses to allow logic to refute.

That whisper within my head uses words like piss-ant and insignificant and annoying and know-it-all and “special snowflake” (sarcasm).

I have tried for years to bury this whisper and smother it out, I’ve tried to pretend it doesn’t exist and ignore it… and yet it is there still. Insistent and persistent, it works its way back into my ear from the hole I bury it in. An insidious whisper, always there like the slow drip-drip of acid, keeping the wound just fresh enough to remain an open wound.

In our discussion on Monday night, you asked me to begin working on this shadow.

So I’m going to begin a weekly practice, and with it a weekly update post. Some weeks, I might have not much to say. Other weeks… maybe I’ll have a lot. But, each week I’ll go through the details of what I’m doing, and I’ll use this blog to keep myself accountable and on track as I work on this for a bit and see if maybe I can start the healing process.

I do not believe that this will be an easy process, or a quick one. I also don’t believe that the wound will be banished entirely, although perhaps it will begin to heal a bit… and maybe, possibly, start to scab over. The scar is sure to remain, but a scar is an empty echo… whereas the open wound that’s there now is much louder.

My first post, written here today, is an expression of my intentions.  It is a cementing of my will to move forward with the process, the first step upon the path, and an acknowledgement of the whispering less-than aspect of the shadow within, an aspect that I have tried so hard to ignore for so long.

Let the work begin.

 

2 thoughts on “Shadow Work (The Less-Than Whisper)

  1. I am proud of you, love. For gathering the courage to take this on, for being healthy enough to begin this process.

    You know that I above all others seek to soothe all your aches, to protect you from pains at any cost…but seeing how badly this hurts you still, seeing how big and ugly and raw this wound still is? I feel that something needs to be done. Some healing done.

    And though I am very, very new to the concept of shadow work, I am not new to the concept of you…I think it is time to try and heal this wound so long as it does not bring you any long lasting, unhealthy results. I will monitor you closely through this process, I will be here…right here, after each dip into the murky nasty waters where this hungry self doubt monster lives, and I will help you through it. Remind you how beautiful and important that you are.

    I also asked you to include L in this, both because she is a huge part of your support system as well as your twin and if there is anyone who knows you better than me, it’s her. I know that if she thinks that this is becoming something too big, too unhealthy for you, she will put a stop to it and I trust in her judgement in this. I trust her -with you- which is a place of highest honor that ONLY she holds. (Love yo, L)

    And I love you. Truly, madly, deeply.

    Thank you for this, baby. And just know that I am proud of you.

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