My therapist and I have embarked on a different form of therapy. It’s a combination of hypnosis and guided imagery to help me desensitize to traumatic memories. She warned me that I might leave our sessions feeling worse for a while. She was right.
Still, I’m optimistic and, as always, game to try something new that might up the quality of my life. Feeling icky is nothing new. Icky and I are old friends. I know how to shake its hand and pour it a cup of tea. The possibility of feeling better is an incredible motivator, even if I can’t feel the motivation right this minute. All I can do right now is put the kettle on and go back to see my therapist next week.
I’m still on the Adventure.
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A Mind Divided 