Years ago I worked with a T who helped me develop a safe place through EMDR. A bedroom sized birds nest lined with feathers in a sprawling wheat field. I periodically go there to re-center and relax. 7 years later I returned to the same man ready to dive deeper into my past.
So far he's introduced me to my 7 year old self, enlightened me that there may be more than one child, then led me to 3 and 14 year old me. The whole process has split me wide open. I wake up feeling so small. I flinch at unexpected times. My heart hurts so incredibly bad at all times. These poor kids are looking to me for help and I don't know if I have the strength to withstand the grief I feel for them.
Last session I hugged the two little ones tightly in the nest and cried with them while 14 watched unwilling to join. I'm aware I have to earn his trust but it is heartbreaking because I feel his suffering.
The trust I have for my therapist is boundless right now but I was not fully prepared for feeling shame at this level for this long. I ask myself hourly... Where am I going? What is happening to me? What/who am I grieving?
Thank you all for listening
So far he's introduced me to my 7 year old self, enlightened me that there may be more than one child, then led me to 3 and 14 year old me. The whole process has split me wide open. I wake up feeling so small. I flinch at unexpected times. My heart hurts so incredibly bad at all times. These poor kids are looking to me for help and I don't know if I have the strength to withstand the grief I feel for them.
Last session I hugged the two little ones tightly in the nest and cried with them while 14 watched unwilling to join. I'm aware I have to earn his trust but it is heartbreaking because I feel his suffering.
The trust I have for my therapist is boundless right now but I was not fully prepared for feeling shame at this level for this long. I ask myself hourly... Where am I going? What is happening to me? What/who am I grieving?
Thank you all for listening