The last few weeks have been a whirlwind. Learning about CPTSD. Learning about dissociative disorders. Working through therapy and trying to become self aware. It's gradual and difficult.
Had an experience with my therapist where she guided me through a body check, remembered feelings of physical abuse. Broke down crying for the first time in years. Been crying off and on for a week. Wrote a letter to my father, my last letter to him. Feel like I've knocked down a wall but there are many more inside.
Learning about how I've compartmentalized my feelings and thoughts and memories. Questioning dissociative disorders - are they real or are they a product of therapy? Trying to understand because everything I'm learning about dissociative identity disorder / dissociative disorder not otherwise specified feels like it applies to me. Fighting waves of different feelings and experiences that take over me. Trying to reconcile blank spots. Trying to reconstruct my thoughts and feelings, memories. Trying to push through and be productive at work so I have my basic needs met (food, clothing, shelter, etc.) while I work on mending my heart.
Memories are a lot more real when you feel them in your body. I seem to have adapted to being able to talk about my memories as though they didn't happen to me, but meditating on my body and checking in with it brings a whole new layer to this. I've been in denial for a long time. I'm scared but determined. Angry but resigned. Focused and intent on moving forward. At least right this second.
Had an experience with my therapist where she guided me through a body check, remembered feelings of physical abuse. Broke down crying for the first time in years. Been crying off and on for a week. Wrote a letter to my father, my last letter to him. Feel like I've knocked down a wall but there are many more inside.
Learning about how I've compartmentalized my feelings and thoughts and memories. Questioning dissociative disorders - are they real or are they a product of therapy? Trying to understand because everything I'm learning about dissociative identity disorder / dissociative disorder not otherwise specified feels like it applies to me. Fighting waves of different feelings and experiences that take over me. Trying to reconcile blank spots. Trying to reconstruct my thoughts and feelings, memories. Trying to push through and be productive at work so I have my basic needs met (food, clothing, shelter, etc.) while I work on mending my heart.
Memories are a lot more real when you feel them in your body. I seem to have adapted to being able to talk about my memories as though they didn't happen to me, but meditating on my body and checking in with it brings a whole new layer to this. I've been in denial for a long time. I'm scared but determined. Angry but resigned. Focused and intent on moving forward. At least right this second.