First post of the day
The brain is all awhir this morning, but not yet making much sense. It’s stuck like a record player on a scratch, setting and resetting itself to replay the same small thoughts over and over again, blowing them out of proportion and making my head scream.
Monday begins and though there is excitement at the new schedule of therapy, there is also apprehension as well. It will different. Hopefully in a better way, true, but different just the same- and we don’t wear change well.
Today is much less optimistic than yesterday. Much less.
But still much more optimistic than Wednesday.
I think today is a day that can be ruled by attitude and gratitude. If I allow negative thoughts to enter, they will set up camp and take over. If I adopt gratitude I just might be able to stay out of the ditch.
And that all sounds fine and dandy, but my soul feels heavy. And it’s hard to function when I feel this much weight on my shoulders, gracious or not. But Ihave to try because sliding back into the abyss again isn’t on my list of things to do today.
Today I am grateful for new t-shirts that were free and remind me I’m #notdoneyet, that birds can sing songs at a reasonable volume sometimes, and people who can see the truth in your eyes and make adjustments accordingly.
What are you grateful for?
Last night I sat and looked at the weather forecast and scoffed that it said it would be partly cloudy for the coming two days before serious clouds and possible rain roll in. I figured it would be a lie and I would wake up to blue skies today yet again. But nope, wispy white clouds are spread eagle across a good portion of the sky. Weird. That small difference and the heaviness and acute sting of memories has diminished significantly.
So, based on that, a good sunday morning to you and pass the coffee.
Hell, we’re highly unstable with a cup of coffee- but it helps.
Thursday is finally here. Thursday and EMDR. Thursday and this damnedable week is nearly over. My body is still jumping around reacting to a danger 35 some odd years old.
There’s a slightly twisted gratefulness in still having all these physical trauma response manifestations still occuring – I hate reporting something only to have it go away and not be seen by the people who are supposed to be able to help. The weirdness is pretty intense over here, the EMDR lady needs to be given the opportunity to understand just how uncomfortable it is.
Next hurdle is my allowing her to fully see it. I am so good at hiding, so good at pulling it together so others don’t know how fucked up things really are. So good at pretending, only to have it spill out the second I am alone or a person looks away. We want help. I have to remember that- we want help.
We are being very careful this morning. Very careful! Head down, tail tucked, eyes diverted. It isn’t worth it to set off the feels of yesterday. Not worth it at all.
The feels are still there though. The feel in the air, the sound of the birds, the heaviness in my heart. I can tell that this, still, is a big week. Was a big week. I can 100% promise that as some point in our history shit went down yesterday and today (at least- more likely all week). No doubt in my mind.
The uneasiness and uncomfortable feels are ramping up; still no pictures.
And still be right
Gooooooood Morning!
We are in quite a good mood. Yesterday was definitely worth repeating and we’re all about trying to make that happen today.
We just submitted our application for a local art event and are looking forward to participating for the second year in a row, but this time in a dual capacity. Art is so very important to us- we find it’s creation insanely calming, but have fallen away from creating as of late. We’re hoping that participation in this event will jumpstart some of our creative juices again.
We’re still waiting on details from the tattoo guy, but even still Kaynen is grinning ear to ear about having been chosen. When submitting the form to contact the artist we had been unaware that it was an application process- some people were not chosen to be worked with, and Kaynen is quite proud of himself for having shared as much as he did because he insists it’s why the artist agreed to work with us. He might be right. I’m still a little uneasy about his having put the DID out there so freely, but it’s too late to take it back now.
Thursday is finally upon us. Thursday and EMDR. Thursday- the now more anticipated day of the week… more than Monday’s and the T. Interesting how that happened because Thursdays are notorious around here for being super hard. Thursdays, for years upon years have been the dreaded day… but no longer are. Thursdays are now the golden day when we get to the EMDR lady. We tend to leave there in pretty good space 90% of the time. Unlike time with the T where we tend to leave in much worse space and it takes a little while to even back out.
A reminder of why we are switching to the EMDR lady. This is why we are leaving the T. This is why. The EMDR lady is careful to ground us and make sure we are safe before allowing us to leave. Of course, once out the door all bets are off, but she tries at least.