survivor

My Least Favorite Job

I am a survivor.  I wrote that word on my byline to help other survivors find me.  I have survived some terrible things and I want to help other people survive them too.  It is important to me that people know I am willing to bear some of their emotional weight on my shoulders, that I will put my arm around them and help them limp over the finish line.  I will not leave a survivor behind. 

No one wants to be a “survivor,” but it is an easier burden when it is shared.  Yet, I don’t want to talk about it.  I will tell you that you are not alone and that you have no reason to be ashamed.  You have no reason to be ashamed! – but I don’t want to talk about me.  I will just say “it is what it is.”  Talking, in the open air, words out of my mouth, makes the thing real.  I will help you with your burden; just let me shoulder mine alone.

I am a builder of walls.  My self, the deep self, is hidden away inside of me, surrounded by a stone wall, brick by brick placed for my protection.  This deep self peeks through the cracks my written personas creep out of, but there is a wall all the same.  My impulse is always to diminish, to excuse, to try to make my pain less than.  I was taught to hide my emotions.

I am a mother now too.  I don’t want my daughters to grow up to be survivors.  I want them to be conquerors.  I want my daughters – the daughters of all mothers – to stand on top of the smoldering ash of their oppressors, gasoline and lighters in hand.   

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