I hope you dance
I hope you dance.
I am a heavy rock fan. The darker and more powerful the better - a band without chains and leather is usually a band I've never heard of. So this video choice may surprise you, but stay with me on this....
Back before I was a mum, I was an aunty to four beautiful boys (well I still am!) one Christmas I made a video of them all and laid this track over the top. To me the lyrics encapsulated everything I dreamed for them.
It is how I have lived my life, it is what I wish for my son, and now I ask you to play the video and scroll through my ramblings... I really do hope that you dance too xx
This is me when I was little - well in age, I did like my food :-)
And my beautiful mum.
As a child I loved to dance...
I danced, everywhere, all the time... In fact spent more time on my hands than my feet.
I was no angel, but I felt like I had wings.
My mum was agoraphobic from when I was nearly three after a very difficult period of her life, which included a divorce from my dad.
For eight years my mum battled chronic panic attacks, agoraphobia and tranquilliser addiction.
I kept dancing...
Hoping one day, she would dance with me...
At around eight I remember suffering panic attacks too...
But I kept dancing...
At ten my mum started to get better and met a man, a friend of a neighbour.
It was strange, I suppose at ten-years-old you still hope daddy will come home.
But I kept dancing...
My new 'pop' drank too much.
But she loved him... I loved him...
He hurt her, he hurt me.
It was hard to dance.
But I kept dancing...
I got with guys so early on, searching, hoping...
I was raped at 13.
Panic attacks grew worse, sleeplessness, flashbacks - terrified of the dark.
But I kept dancing...
I fell into the arms of someone that I trusted, that should have known better.
The last of my innocence was taken.
My dancing changed...
But I kept dancing...
I danced through different places, different schools, different towns...
Through different friends, different men...
Through fight after fight.
At 19, I thought I knew it all... I sure thought I knew pain!
I was wrong.
I lost my baby girl, and one day I may just be able to open up about how, but right now I think the only way to describe the pain is to say -
I stopped dancing.
I lost my flight, my dance. My life turned black. The darkness closed in and so did I. I felt pain,anger and hate (for myself more than anyone else).
If it wasn't because I couldn't do it to my mother, who loved me so much, I would have died to free myself from the pain.
PTSD, agoraphobia, OCD, eating problems, insomnia, addicted to bad men and self destruction, a psychotic episode (all prior diagnosis at some point or another) - call it what you will, 'A rose by any other name' - has thorns just as bloody sharp!
Two years in hell, and I say that from the heart of someone who believes in hell, so forgive me if you think me blasphemous.
I thought I would never dance again.
Comments
Thank you so much for saying so x
Thank you so much Dans, you too are an inspiration, love you loads xx
Isn't my daughter truly amazing? I'm so very proud of her and what she is now doing for others.
Thanks mum.... The lady who taught me to dance, and never stay down! X
Thank you so much for saying so. It was a very hard post to write - especially using the R word for the first time publicly! One day I will share more. Thanks again for encouraging me and letting me know that sharing these things is worthwhile x
I am touched by all the comments, every time I hear your words of encouragement it makes what I am doing that much easier. Thank you x
Beautiful post Charlotte - thank you!! This song means a lot to me too and has been one of those important life songs.. Though I have the Leanne Rhymes version :-)
You've had one heck of a journey - thank you for sharing. xx
I haven't heard the Leanne Rhymes version... I will be straight on youtube! It has been quite a journey, but I am so blessed to be where I am today and I won't forget that, thanks for your kind comments x
I have a tear in my eye, thank you x
Thank you for your comment. It can be very hard and I hope you have the support you need too. I am so pleased you liked the post x
Thank you, I am very blessed and will never forget: To have been given the second chance, to have a loving husband, and to blessed enough to share it now with others is truly miraculous x
Charlotte you are such an amazing, inspirational person and I was moved to tears by your beautiful, poignant poetry and images. You have had such a tough journey through life yet you are ever the optimist and what you are doing for people like us is absolutely awesome. Thank you, so, so, much Charlotte, for sharing so openly. I too have often danced in the rain, have feared God, and am only here today because of my amazing mum. Keep on dancing and making such a huge difference to people's lives -- you are a true inspiration x
And your reply moved me too... Thank you. I feel that you coming on board with us was meant to be and am so glad that you too are sharing your remarkable story.
Dancing in the rain is fun - it must be done :-)
Thank you SO much for sharing this with me, it is AMAZING that so early on into your therapy you have such a positive and wonderful outlook. I am sure with this optimism and strength you will get so much from therapy. Very best wishes for the future. Bless you so much for commenting, it really has made my day x
Thank you so much for sharing this with me. Dance and movement is such a powerful thing that as you say can 'lift' us. Everyone has something that 'moves' their soul, whether dance or art or nature... Never let that go, and thank you again x
Thank you :)
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