vulnerability

we think a big part of our silence and inability to write much the last year or two has been this growing fear, worry, anxiety, and awareness that with the right key words, our mother could find our journal. in knowing Sean, it opens us up to her or family searching his full name or what not and a few more key words and our site is surely to be found. we resisted the whole facebook thing, but we finally signed up and of course the mother is a friend along with other family and friends… and many we haven’t even searched for, added, etc., and we’re keenly aware that given the right circumstances, a click here or there if some of our friends’ privacy settings are low that eventually it could lead to our journal.

then there has always been the awareness that we’re so out there or at least can be and there’s always the chance that our mother could accidentally stumble upon our site or someone else who knows enough about me and my life and put things together. if someone read enough, and they knew my mother or my family, they’d probably put it together, even if we used pseudonyms for the people in our life that we mention by first name in our journal. this is why we finally settled on that debate regarding whether to use pseudonyms or not– we decided it didn’t wholly matter as anyone knowing us and our life, family, friends, etc. could figure out who was who even with pseudonyms and so it didn’t make sense. we know on some level which people in our life absolutely require complete anonymity and hope that others who might take issue with it would let us know.

anyway, so we’re thinking that this fear, worry, anxiety, etc. is behind a large part of the silence and struggle with writing anything in our journal. we used to write daily or almost daily… though some of those journal entries are not posted here because we still have to import them. we’ve done a reasonable amount of journal writing in our handwritten journal throughout these periods of silence, but that hasn’t been scanned here.

we want to be the ones with the courage, the braveness, the openness, rawness, etc. that we see other friends and bloggers do. we admire that so much. we want to not care or to feel free to reveal, to tell how it is, to help others in some way hopefully, to share with those who know us (and we know they’ve been to our site or been given the info) so that they can know how we’re doing if they want to know. we want a strong living record of our life, our healing journey, our thoughts, feelings, etc., because so much of it is forgotten and lost somewhere and so much more is captured with words… and words we can return back to for reference, patterns, growth, healing, etc.

instead the silence lives and we argue and are divided inside about so many different thoughts, ideas, feelings, philosophies, dynamics, etc. regarding whether to journal or not journal. we’ve debated whether to go to all password posts and whether to just push past all of this and be an open book and whether there is some kind of balance. in the midst of all of this, we end up at this standstill, the standstill and safety of silence. but where does that get us? silence eventually leads to a sense of failure, badness, shame, etc. of its own making because we aren’t writing when there is so so so much going on inside that we need to share, want to share, explore, and take further along that writing and processing brings for us. instead it just sits within, spinning, circling, withering away, with only a small chance of living and not being buried deep within with everything else. our life is about burying things. it is so automatic. even the good things… they get lost or buried and we’re left with only the hope it will be remembered instead of splintered and scattered pieces or nothing of it left.

we know it really boils down to whether we can handle our mother or someone else we know that we prefer to keep this journal private and away from them, from whether we can handle and accept that happening and the potential effects of that. we aren’t worried about the father because we’re pretty sure he is fairly computer illiterate or really doesn’t use a pc much at all. there’s always the worry that if we post links or info about a certain friend that our brother might decide to google her and eventually find our site and then that would be bad as our family would then know.

there’s just so much about this topic and issue and there’s a lot more bottom lines that we know exist besides what we just wrote. we’re not sure how to settle this within as there are loud and competing philosophies and ideas and stuff about this topic and uggh, it sucks.

this has been going on for us for a long time, and we’ve been fighting it within for a long time, and lately it seems, the silence is winning the battle. the ‘do nothing’, ‘say nothing,’ etc. because it is safer seems to be the default right now. and there are quite a few of us that want it different or think we want it different or something.

so here’s a start to conquering this and finding a solution for ourselves.

julie/s, julies, Julies

when will you?

unedited writings, free flowing automatic writings from someone(s) inside

we stand here
waiting for you
to come around
to our side.

you don’t want what we know
yet you seek it
then run and hide
such is your way.

desperately come
desperately go
that is your way
asking then hiding
and locking yourself away
from us

you think it is gone
the pain that was so real
as though we are fine
and it wasn’t real
but it is
if you looked again
and stood with us
for the pain
consumes us
and spreads
like molten lava
and poison in the lands

there is no love
here or there
just lock us away
and we know our bad
will be our good
of silence
evermore
hidden
so as to not knock at your door

when will you knock?
when will you stay?
when will you not run away?

our pain is our own
yet you can’t stand to be close to it
as if it will swallow you up
and sink you in its quicksand
but who cares
just leave us here
like you always do

you lack function
like we do

mirror child oh mirror child

unedited, free association (or so it seems, but perhaps not really for those who write it), writings

someday it will be edited in a more readable format to closely resemble how it sounds to us

mirror child
mirror child
where do you look
tonight
don’t see what you think you see
don’t want for nothing more
for it to be unreal

mirror child oh
mirror child
let’s find you here
still
standing shattered
to your core

mirror child oh
mirror child
lest you must know
it all be real

mirror child
oh mirror child
i will find you
more
than you want
to go looking for
watch out where you go
for the lookers will find
you and eat you
and lock you away
forever more

mirror child oh
mirror child
stop now before
you take us away
into a land far away
withering naked
and dying
for the steps you take

mirror child oh
mirror child
come now won’t you play
oh how we know
it isn’t what we say
for you ought to know
what we say is untrue
for you that is
but not for us
for it is real and true

mirror child oh
mirror child
the opposite must be true
for you and us
that is how it works
don’t you see
now

mirror child oh
mirror child
there is no merging
to be done
no forging of ways
of thinking and believing
we are forever bound to be
mirror children
for all to see
and be

it is believed this to be written by the others