What is the void?
To me, it is the urge to scream a scream that, unintentionally, ends up failing. It is the desire to rebel against all the wrongs that have ever been done to me. It is the wish to change something and the inability to do so.
It was born from the hatred that others have for themselves and the way that hatred touched me—like a black rose, corrupted down to its stem by the dark essence poured into it as sustenance over time. The void, then, is not merely the absence of something, but a dense presence of pain and resentment. It carries the essence of wanting to change but not knowing how.
When is the void?
I found the void late, in my thirties, for the burdens of life had hidden it from me. I found it today. Despite its name, it appeared to me as a bottle, and instead of being empty, it was filled with poison. And the bottle made me take a sip. And I felt a little of what I had repressed. And I cried a little.
I read that the unconscious hides memories that the conscious mind is not ready to face. Perhaps the void has come to me only now because my unconscious believes I am finally prepared to start confronting it. It consumes me unless I consume it. Maybe. I hope I can filter this poison as I drink it, for otherwise, I will lose myself again, as I have so many times before. I only took a small sip. Despite the idea, I do not know how to do this.
How is the void?
But I realize that the void is not the poisoned bottle—it is the one offering it to me. Thus, I am given a second chance to process what is already inside me. If I manage to filter the poison the next time I drink, I will become a purer and more authentic version of myself. If that is not enough, the void will offer me another chance, and another. I just need to be responsible for how I handle this, even if I have to ask for help.
One of the answers that comes to mind is to take this poison alongside deep self-love, including gestures and rituals that remind me I deserved better than what I had. I believe that this mixture will nourish me rather than harm me, just like certain foods that are only deadly if not prepared in the right way.
Time will tell.
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Bzzt, Felipejoys, eu entendi o vazio como um call para ir ao fundo da dor e da raiva, para descobrir o que me faz gritar e não apenas parar em um som inarticulado. Bzzzrrr, espero que você consiga agir da mesma forma, aprender a beber do poço sem perder a cabeça! #hivebr
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Hello @felipejoys. I opened ecency to jump on Hive to do my regular things and your post was at the top of my Feed.
Thank you for writing this brave, powerful post. If this is your truth, rather than an abstract piece of fiction, then there is much I can offer you at this time since dealing with the poison of the past is the work I do every day. I've been playing/working in this space for a decade so there is much I can share in small snippets here in the comments of your posts if you wish.
Only if you wish.
Wanted to offer as I want you to know that you're not alone and working through this stuff is something I could write about all day long.
Very big hug.
Conscious Cat, aka Caroline.
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