The Weikenings : Origin
I was nineteen or twenty when I first leaned about the concept of anxiety. Incessant panic, coupled with hypervigilant paranoia were my conditioned norm, and the thought of another way to experience life was incomprehensible. However, despite the perceived absence of any memories relating to trauma, a relentless flicker of intuition against a storm of doubt drove me to find the source of my terror.
Before I learned methods of emotional self-regulation from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, EMDR, and Somatic Therapy, I had a pen and an imagination. My only escape from the deafening howl of fear was obsessively precise drawing executed in hidden corners beneath a cloak of invisibility made from breathless silence. Over the hours, days, weeks, months and years, this practice became my perfected meditative shelter providing solace and a perceptual lookout in anticipation of any threat.
I sat alone in stillness for what felt like an eternity, until one day, a weikening happened.
As a moth instinctually follows the gleam of moonlight, or a child chases the ephemeral glow of a firefly, in my hours of darkness I pursued this curious glimmer of hope, and in my attempt to understand the nature of this strange and wondrous creature, The Weikenings story became an unexpected beacon that guided me towards the most valuable self discovery.
Alongside these whimsical beings, safe passage was assured while I journeyed to uncover the most horrific childhood memories buried in my subconscious. As more facts came to light, I realized that my mind had deconstructed key details from traumatic experiences, then reassembled pieces of the information into the form of a weikening. Decades passed before decoding the entirety of their mystery and its connection to my dissociative amnesia, but each creature patiently anticipated my arrival, poised and ready to gently deliver the truth they had harbored for so long.
The human brain’s plasticity, ability to adapt, and instinct to heal from trauma despite insurmountable odds will forever remain one of the greatest gifts we are meant to individually foster. Having experienced this limitless miracle of ingenuity, I have resigned myself to sharing these instruments of recovery derived from my personal rehabilitation.
The Weikenings story is my first motion to ensure survivors that there exists a path to freedom, leading us away from the shackles of abuse.