It took me a long time to start this letter. What could I possibly offer to you that would be of any value? You who has known pain beyond measure, fear beyond belief, and strength to bear the two.
Should I tell you I’m sorry? No, that is useless to you. What good is my sympathy for your suffering? It offers no relief.
Should I tell you that you will be OK, because I know it to be true? No. You don’t feel OK right now, you will think me a liar.
Should I tell you that I understand, and that I know what you’re going through? No. I can never fully comprehend the unique nightmares that plague you. I do not live inside your mind. I could never fully know.
Should I share with you my own story, that you might feel less alone? No. You are not alone, but your story is your own, and no one else’s experience will change the past.
These are gifts that are worthless to you.
So I will tell you thank you. Thank you for trusting me with this piece of your heart. I know your attacker took your choice and your power while they were sexually assaulting you. And so I know what it took for you to offer me this piece of yourself. I honor the offering, I honor this piece, and I honor the whole of you.
I will honor your story by listening with my soul. And I will remind you tirelessly of the strength and courage you possess. I will speak to the part of you that knew you deserved healing and peace, the part that whispered to me: help. I will help you remember why you want to feel better, and help you to remember your worth.
I will prop up your power and your strength with my own unfaltering belief in you, until you are ready to stand unaided once more.
“You have no idea how hard I looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What’s the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean? Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It’s no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So I’ve brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.” - Rumi
I have no gifts to offer you. You are the gift.