Over the last seven months I have gone through the same Post Traumatic Stress therapy that they put our soldiers through. It is called Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing (EMDR) and it is very intense.
I Don’t Wanna!
It was bad enough to live through the abuse in the first place, I didn’t want to relive it. Each session left me emotional wrung out, physically exhausted and mentally drained. It was difficult to function after each session. The nightmares and flash-backs were sometimes more vivid and intense. The anxiety was almost constant.
I did not want to do this, but I didn’t really have an option. I was in a safe and quiet place in my life (finally!) and my mind started defragging on its own. I figured it was better to get help than to try to do it on my own. I’m glad I had the support of my family.
I’m Glad I Did
While it was painful and difficult, I’m glad I went through this therapeutic process. I’m in a much better place emotionally and free to move forward with my life. There is, of course, a huge hole where all that anger, frustration and heart ache was stored. It is a space that I am now free to fill it with laughter, good memories and joy.
I could not have done this without the help and support of my family. Especially my parents who were there every step of the way. I also want to thank you for your words of encouragement and support. Now, pass out the chocolate!
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Whew -glad that mountains scaled – sounds like the view is glorious now. YEA you!
The view is awesome! Thank you.
Best wishes, and good for you! Change hurts, no way around it. Taking the road to recovery from PTSD takes a lot of courage.
Thank you. It took more than I thought it would. A lot more. Thank you for stopping by to chat and have a great day!