Therapy was Intense with a capital "I". I spoke, in the thrall of a gushing waterfall, of the most hideous, disgusting, graphic memory to date...I think. I'm guessing the cellular/ emotional (same thing really) location was my arms. I sincerely feel "beat up". Every time I look at my bare arms I expect to see bruises, but there are none.
I sleep and rest, as much as possible, take Rescue Remedy, a homeopathic destresser and drink tons of water to help recover.
Definitely have reached a new level, a greater depth, in therapy. In a way I'm happy because this particular memory cannot haunt me from the shadows anymore. In a way it's sad...because I am aware of the memory, what happened....and it was veryvery sad. I don't think that anyone can comprehend it, cept therapist and maybe others who have gone through something similar.
I'm feel beaten, and at the same time uplifted. Seems I continue to find reservoirs of strength and courage I never thought I had. And, yeah, I'm sore and exhausted, but this too, shall pass.
The warrior will regain her strength to fight on.
Be well.
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