Monday, December 16, 2013

Therapy...feeling exhausted

Actually, I feel beaten up....hit by a truck..therapys like that sometimes. It seems when long-buried, traumatic memories get released, the body hurts bad. I think part of it is the sheer stress of holding onto it for so long and then releasing. Kinda like holding a bag of garbage, in one outstretched hand for forty years and letting it drop. That poor arm hurts. My arms are the parts of me that feel the worst.
 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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