I had a really good session with my therapist on Friday. We were doing some really hard work about this whole Cheshire Cat thing and my time was up. But she said she felt the Holy Spirit telling her that we needed to keep going, and she had the time if I did. I did. By the time I got out of her office it was three hours from the start of my session to the end.
But a good part of my frustration was resolved. She said that I'm probably hearing things from other insiders when she asks me questions, so although it feels as though I'm making things up, I'm really just repeating what they're telling me. I was able to accept that. And I told her I'm willing to reserve judgment as to whether or not the stuff is true.
I left her office exhausted, but feeling much better than when I first went in. I'd gotten there in the midst of a pretty bad flashback, but through the work we did were able to figure out why it had been such a bad one.
Friday I got some answers about my history. About my mother and the things she did to me. Hard stuff to deal with. But I didn't question that it was a real memory.
More therapy tomorrow. I have more difficult things to deal with regarding other flashbacks I've been having this weekend.
But for now at least, the Cheshire Cat is taking a nap.
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6 years ago
2 comments:
I'm so glad for you...I've had one of those three hour sessions. Worth it, grueling, exhausting, feels good...sleep. This is how I feel sometimes when I've had my usual hour...sleep. I hope you get some good ZZZZ's. You deserve it!!!
congratulations!! sometimes those long sessions can really help clear up some things and give you some much needed answers and relief! way to go to you and your T
peace and blessings
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