Welcome to a space few of us have yet to step into.

A space where we come together with the intention to share and speak our stories connected to our sexual traumas. Stories, most of us have never shared, or maybe just with one trusted friend or a therapist. Stories that most of us didn’t even pay much attention to before #metoo.

This is a space where we can Speak the Unspoken.
And where we get a chance to be seen, felt and witnessed by sisters.



On the new moon, every month.

We meet at the new moon, every month for the entire year.
at 18.00 CET on zoom.

Join once, twice or every time.
Follow your inner calling and navigate your healing process.

2 pillars of healing:

1. Speaking our truth.

We share our experience of the traumatic events, while at the same time doing our best to stay connected to our body. Slowing down when needed, taking deep breaths and trying to feel what’s alive inside. Because Feeling it, is healing it.

2. BEING A Compassionate Witness.

Being received in loving presence is probably the most powerful healing there is. With no need to fix or question one another, we simply listen and allow our heart to feel the others. Listening and seeing with our hearts, and connecting with empathy and compassion.

What

When

HOW

feel the calling?

WHY

We are living in a time of collective, global distortion when it comes to sexuality. Humanity has become deeply disconnected from the sacredness of our sexual life force - a disconnection so widespread it could be called a global epidemic, affecting the vast majority of us in one way or another.

When the #MeToo movement erupted in 2017, it offered the world its first widespread glimpse into the depth and systemic nature of this epidemic. For women and girls, it revealed something we already knew, but rarely acknowledged: experiences of sexual trauma are not isolated incidents or rare exceptions. They are the norm. We saw clearly that we are not individual islands. Nearly every woman on this planet carries some version of sexual trauma like assault, rape, boundary violations, harassment, or a combination of these.

And yet - we don’t really talk about it.

In spaces dedicated to personal growth, healing, and spiritual expansion, it is common to speak and share about childhood trauma, attachment wounds, or other pivotal events that have shaped our lives. Some of us embark on the path to reclaiming our sexuality, releasing sexual shame, and engage in practices like tantra.

And yet - we still don’t really speak about our experiences of sexual trauma.

The path of inner growth and healing,
is a path of coming back to ourselves.

That path will over and over again invite us
to come back to the moments in our past,
where we didn’t have the capacity to be with what was.

Moments where we went into fight, flight, freeze, fawn or flop.
Where survival strategies kicked in and protections took over.
And what did those protections protect us from, exactly?

They protected us from feeling the pain.
They helped us to disconnect from it, to suppress it, to disown it.
Because it was too much to feel back then.
Because it was an impact that was too much to bear.
Too much for our systems to be able to handle.

It's served us back then.
It's served that younger version of ourselves.

And above all: it was our only way, because we were alone.

Most of us didn't have a supporting and nourishing system around us.
Most of us didn't have anyone to share these difficulties with.
Most of us ended up feeling shame, even though we were the victims.

But that's what we can do now.

Finally, we're opening up this room.
The protections can slowly ease.
The walls can start to come down.
The armour can be put down.

Now we gather. We come together.
Like women have done since - forever.
We know we need healing, we feel it in our bones
and we hear it in our hearts.

Our souls are guiding us forward on this path,
gently bringing us together.
We can hear the calling.
Are you listening?

Will you answer the call?

the Invitation

The intention with Speak the Unspoken is to share our stories.
Trying not to bother too much about others perspective on the event(s).
What’s needed first and foremost is one’s owns truth.
Our truth doesn’t come at the expanse of anyone else’s truth. But rather all individual truths makes up the True understanding of existence.
In this gathering we want to give space to our experience, our truth.

In this space we do our best to share our experience and going deeper into that, rather than directing our attention and words outward towards an external person, thing or structure (e.g. the experience of a perpetrator, the patriarchy, politics, men et cetera).
We do our best at direct our energy and attention inward and down - into ourselves.

Questions to guide our exploration:

  • How did that make me feel?

  • What happened inside of me in that moment?

  • How did that impact my being?

  • What meaning did I give it?

Because it is there that resolution lies.
Where true peace can be found eventually.
That is the direction of our healing.

prayer/poem

From my journal

The world never gave young girls their voices.
I couldn’t fully see it back then,
but something felt wrong.
A lingering jealousy, due to unfairness.

Freedoms, we didn’t have.
Expressions, overlooked.
Safety, never experienced.

A world full of situations
where our experience kept being
disregarded, belittled and questioned.

On our own.
Doing our best.
Collecting breadcrumbs of advice,
from fleeting moments with adult women.

Grown up women’s fear,
masquerading as advice.

If they are afraid,
I should probably also be.

So I do my best to:
Never walk in the parks at night.
Hold keys between my fingers, in case of.
Don’t take this skirt you feel bold and free in -  that’s asking for trouble.
Look away, always look away. Ignore.

Pretend he isn’t there.
Pretend you didn’t hear what he said.
Pretend like nothing is happening.
That’s the most safe way.

Pretend.
Ignore.
Pretend.
Ignore.

Pretty soon you’re stuck in that land inside of yourself.
The recipe of suppression,
of stagnated energy,
of unresolved pain.

“It wasn’t that bad”, you tell yourself.
Maybe I just overreacted.
Maybe I misheard, misunderstood.
He probably had a bad day.
I don’t even remember what fully happened.

And it won’t happen again, anyways.
Because I will be more careful now.
I will be more careful now.
No parks, keys in my hand and definitely no skirts.

Months, years, decades of this.
What else is there even?
This is all I ever learned to do.

When did I swallowed this pill?
Who gave it to me?

Is that the advice I would give to a young girl today?
Is that the advice I would give to my unborn future daughter?

Hell no!

Brutal reality check.

I probably love my future daughter, more than I love myself.

I value her freedom, more than my own liberation.

A sentence that feels so backward my system can’t ignore it.

I would be another adult woman,
passing on my fear and limitations
to the next generations of girls.

That’s not what I want for my unborn daughter.
That’s not what I want for the world.
It’s not what I want for me.

I will choose love.
Loving myself.
And that means liberating myself.

I choose what I know in my heart to be right.
Away from pretend and ignore.

I now choose inward.
And down. ↓
To meet, what I couldn’t meet back then.
To feel the parts of me, I couldn’t feel then.

And then I choose out. →
To release, what I couldn’t release back then.
To express, what I couldn’t back then.

I choose me.
I choose my truth.
I choose my voice now.

What a magical trick it’s been all along.
The world was never to give young girls their voices.
Our voices, are ours to claim as women.

Yes, count me in!