I thought that I'd moved beyond or away from flashbacks and the horrible sensations that come with them. Apparently not. I'm hoping it's just a "not yet," that there is a way to be all healed up in this regard, because they're pretty much the shittiest thing I can think of currently.
I have a stuffed gorilla named Alice that a couple of friends gave me years and years ago when I went thru a week where there were two deaths. I still sleep some nights with her in my arms, pulled tightly toward me. Here's to hoping that she can work some more magic tonight. Because I'm done. Just done.
Friday, February 1, 2013
hmmmph
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I heard it said once that being cured of an incurable mental illness (this is definitely based on a loved one and not a comment on your mental state) is about reducing the intensity of relapse and increasing the frequency between them. I hope that you do move beyond these feelings forever, but until then, knowing they come less frequently has to be some sort of victory.
I like Kim's assessment....little by little, remembering that even a little progress is a huge victory in a situation like this.
I'm glad you have somthing to snuggle. :)
Therapist said the same thing. Apparently saying to a therapist, "Fix me" doesn't make it stop.
She mentioned that the memories will probably be with me my whole life. Apparently, though, as life continues on, the memories will come and I won't fall over.
The jury's still out.
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