For three days I walked through my trauma, one window at a time, feeling my throat and chest tighten while breathing and remembering. My EMDR therapist directed me through my life's difficult events and I made new connections. I know I could not be here today had I not already fought so hard. It's a sad relief.
She never questioned my reality and she gave me unconditional validation. To her my life's struggles made sense, absolutely. Now I can work on accepting truth and putting an end to the (false) script that I followed. I was, she said, the ideal match for a narssisstic partner. I owned the qualities and talents that he so desired for himself. And I played my part to perfection in dissonance. And now it's over.
Today I'm running toward a healing re-construction that will be of my own design. All the talents I have will be put toward my dream, exclusively. I will be my priority not a supply line for any one's self interest. I felt myself break away and fall into nothingness as I begin let go of my unhealthy worn out connections. I remembered what I used to imagine as a child when I often contemplated where I was before I was born. Floating in a dark sea of air, there were twinkling lights of promise.
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