I entered my T's office in a very level mood this afternoon. '
I think the EMDR really helped get me into a better head space, so we dug into something unexpected.... I thought we'd be working on something from my childhood. Not today. Instead I chose the paperwork, and financial stuff that's been vexing me for years. T said it would likely lead back to childhood stuff. So be it. I needed to start there today.
SOmetimes it drives me to my knees.... like a sword driven into my shoulder, through my body..... and that makes things difficult to embrace, or finish, IME.
So, she let me escalate into the "story" for a while, then stopped me when I'd lost sight of the room. We moved away from the story, and into deep breathing...
in and out....
I breathed space into the tightness, and pulled apart mentally what felt like very dense cotton in the affected areas... replacing them with pink cotton full of air and light. Always brining light and spaciousness into the pain/tension, etc.
Then it was time to go to my happy place... my old tomato garden. It was all mine. I tilled it. Planted. Weeded. Tended the vines, watered and fed that lovely jungle of plants. It was marvelous, bc I was fit, and super happy on my own, post first divorce. Nothing like a crappy 2 years of marriage to make you remember how lovely it is to be alive and single. I filled baskets with lovely fruit for the people I loved, and I twirled happily in the sunshine. The taste of sun warmed tomatoes... the smell.... the sound of the birds... my toes wiggling in the grass.... the breeze, the butterflys, and crickets.
So, once I was "there", bc the mind can't tell if we're there for real or not, we did the EMDR but this time we added blinks. EMDR waving of her hand in front of my face... my eyes following her hand while picturing myself IN my garden then she'd say "Blink fast, once". Not easy to do, and my tongue wanted so badly to wag along with and help out.
It got easier as we went, to remain focused on the garden, and we progressed to two blinks. Then three. Then four. Then back to 2.
This is supposed to give the brain the chance to go ahead and process the emotions we brought up earlier. In seconds, just get on with it, bc the brain doesn't need much help. Just the chance. As I think of it the left side of my temporal lobe feels full, then relaxes. Strange.
At the end of it I couldn't quite find the strong emotions when I went back and thought about the story again. I tried. I just couldn't,and that was a good thing.
The story isn't important. What's important is the emotions and where they manifest in the body, and bringing compassionate attention to them, bc it's just time, and they're asking to be tended to.
The pressure was all gone, and there was just a tingle of anticipated pressure when I tried to find the strong emotions.
So, I got a good rant in about truly crappy training that goes into training our court officers, police officers, and got stuck on attorneys, and judgments around the money, and being stolen from all these years, with people pointing at me, accusing me of being a theif, a liar and and a cheat. THE NERVE!
OK.... see. There was a little indignation, but it didn't go into my body. It was more of an intellectual statement of facts, rather than something that swept me up, and robbed me of my ability to think clearly,and made me cry.
Like a child. That's so sad to me.
And it is old wounds that come back around, torn open and made present again. Right THERE, in your face, setting your feet rigth back in the place you were standing, FEELING IT ALL AGAIN that first time, and every time it comes up, fresh, and completely raw.... unprocessed.... asking for our calm attention so it can move on to where it wants to be. Refiled, and out of the here and now. In the past. Finsihed.
I am all for more of that.
::nodding::.
Hops, I'll be able to be more responsive regarding the things that really tick me off.... as listed a couple times today, if I'm not spinning when I think about them. It would be good to live a life with very little spinning, IMO.
Lighter