Every Woman...
- Nichole Wilkinson
- Jul 15, 2018
- 2 min read
The book I am currently writing - "Every Woman..." is based on a true story and is inspired by “Women Who Run With the Wolves” by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D. It is my soul's true purpose to share experience, love, light, and hope for women that are struggling. In Estes' book, she writes:
"Our stories are written on our bodies like a light tattoo on our skin. We stumble over one another with our stories as we carefully consider the time, place, person, and medicine needed. There is writing on my soul of all my life experiences. In the exchange of stories there is a gift of kinship. Those stories are healing. Stories grow out of my life like roots grow from a tree, reaching in all different directions. As the keeper of our stories, we can choose when and where to release them, if at all. We mine our own stories, through scraped knuckles, sleeping on cold ground, groping in the dark, and spilled blood - these are necessary to carry the medicine."
I feel that this is so true! Sharing our experience, strength, and hope with one another is healing for ourselves and helps to heal others. I hope this story inspires, creates connection, and provides support for those that may be suffering or have overcome adversity.
The story starts as follows:
My mom found her strength when I was 10 years old. She finally stepped into her true potential and created a following and culture to help millions of women. She was sexually and physically abused as a child, had a father that was a drug addict, and then eventually became a drug addict herself. Her scars were deep. The wounds, she thought, would never go away. She was 33 years old and here is her story.
She ran with the wolves. She was a wild woman. A Scandinavian tribal healer in a past life. She would rise above...
“They can have my body but the cannot have my soul,” stating this over and over again, hoping to convince herself this was the truth. This is what she told those that she helped. But could she ever get past her own scars? It all began to plague her when she was away at college. Those memories seeping back into her mind, like a toxic black ink, slowly taking over. The more they came, the more she drank. She was the life of the party. Everyone wanted to be with her and go where she went. Over the years as she ventured in and out of sobriety, it would get worse, and then it would get better. Life was a roller coaster…it always had been and it always will be.
Every week I will continue to share snippets from the book until it is published. I encourage others to write down their own stories or the stories of their ancestors to find healing and strength. We don't ever have to be stuck in the misery of it. We can find a way to rise above and live a life of love!
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