I feel melancholy,
Small and unimportant.
These are feelings,
They are not fact.
I can sit with these feelings.
I can show these feelings love and kindness.
I can ask them if there's something I can do for them.
I can listen to what they have to tell me.
I can offer understanding and grace.
I can sit in awe and recognize they are devoted to my safekeeping.
I can reach into the darkness with love,
Hold the hand of my trauma and say I understand why you think these feelings will keep me safe.
There is love and protection at the base of it all.
I breathe into these feelings and they speak out the words.
If I disconnect with myself and with others,
Then no one can hurt me.
And as I sit with that,
I sit with the place where that was once true.
And I take that lump of a thing out from my chest and I hold it with kindness.
It is cold.
My hands warm it up and it begins to unfurl.
I speak back in a calm gentle tone.
You are safe my darling.
You are loved.
There is nothing wrong with you.
There is no shame in survival.
You can be your full self in this space and no danger will come.
There is safety and there is support all around you.
The eyes of others look at you with compassion.
They think you are wondrous and the best type of strange.
I feel the same.
You can breathe.
You can breathe.
You can breathe.
You are not held in place.
You are not a ghost and I love you.
We sit together and know we are safe.