I think women who aren't afraid to stand up and tell the truth about where their lives are at are like gospel missionaries. They pack up and head into these dark jungles of possible judgement and criticism. They unashamedly proclaim a kind of good news: the good news that you aren't the only one.
Telling your story is sometimes the only power you feel like you have.
Telling your story creates a place where you can reflect, mourn, scream, and hurt.
Telling your story gets the poison out.
The world is digital and the internet is just another stage to sit down and smoke and drink and perform your beat poetry.
You aren't the only one who laid on your couch all week watching show after show wondering why you get stuck in the "I hate myself mode".
You aren't the only one who lost a baby.
You aren't the only one who has been unhappy in her marriage and really needs to find the strength to leave.
You aren't the only one who sometimes feels perplexed with her body.
You aren't the only one who wonders if she is a good enough mother.
You aren't the only one who can't figure how to speak the same language as your kids.
You aren't the only one who feels so. much. pressure. about. everything
You aren't the only one.
And in that jungle darkness there are some who have sat down because they believe they'll never find the way out of that awful tangled mess. But then they hear the voice of someone and they grab a hand, or they watch as someone wrestles the vines off of their body. We give hope one to another when we tell our stories. I think that is what the Gospel message of Jesus Christ is about, right? It is about a theme of isolation and despair turned into a story of community and hope.
So tell your story.
Tell it no matter what.
You never know who will hear your voice in the jungle.