I've shed more private tears in my adult life and I've hung on through the futility of suicidal thoughts, knowing that there was some other way to be even if I hadn't found it yet.
What was missing? What was gone?
Those cherished gifts of my soul giving of itself to itself, waiting at the bottom of the ocean and sitting patiently in the air among the clouds; placed there for safekeeping, all the while waiting to come back home to me.
For those of you asking what you can do to change the world you live in so that feminine people are not treated as we are: aside from the obvious interventions when you see abuse and misuse, practice being a supportive container while we do the work together of healing ourselves. Do not seek to instruct us. Do not seek to control the form of our healing.
We know what to do.
We are doing it.
We are calling back to ourselves our greatest gifts and our greatest strengths. Our power is here.