I know the wounds I carry are not just mine. How do we heal? How do we forgive and cleanse ourself of the darkness caused by the sin of man?
It is not hate for these men, or yourself, or even Him. You are not free, under the suffocation of His judgement. Of his misplaced scorn.
Fear takes your light. You are not yet able to trust men. This is a truth, of pain and loss and violence, all of womankind carry.
It is not your fault, daughter of the rivers, it is not for you to fix it all. You cannot and you must not.
You do nothing. Acceptance is your path to freedom.
You accept to free— yourself, Him, the world.
Accept the fires that have come from his lips. The storms that have come from his fists. The shame from his seed.
And know this— nothing is 'good’ or ‘bad’ or pure or light or absolute dark. Both make life whole.
You are always whole, loved one, in all your grief and loss and rage and fear and ecstacy. You are whole because it is all there.
Accept it all to free yourself.
You are whole.
Blessed be.