EMDR Session 3: Closing the door

I’m now in EMDR treatment. This is how it feels.

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Monday means EMDR. It’s become a regular fixture of dread in my schedule. Although my therapy sessions with J are often tough, I rarely hate the idea of going there. But EMDR is different. It is gruelling and painful. There’s not much room for humour or to share the lighter moments in life.

Today Dr H and I were continuing to work on the intrusive image we focused on last week. I felt like I made some progress in the last session, managing to get my distress level associated with the image down to about a 3/10. This morning, Dr H asked me to go back to it and imagine being there again and we did more of the same. Repeated sets of eye movements, working through whatever feelings came up.

Last week there was a huge amount of fear connected with the memory. I kept crying because…

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It’s Party Time. Come Right In 💃💕🎶🌭🍹🍻🍝🍰🍦🍿📻

It’s Party Time!

a cooking pot and twisted tales

It’s almost unbelievable how fast time seems to fly by these days. Is it just me? Another month end blog party already.

I would like to thank my new blog friends and welcome them to our warm gathering.

You are most welcome do make yourself comfortable and other up something tall and cool to drink 🙂

Refreshments and favours are nicely arranged down the page. Feel free to indulge, these are zero calories 😉

Just some little party rules:

  1. You must mix and mingle with others. Don’t be a wallflower. Go say hello to someone and you can participate in the Tag a poem, a thought or quote below.
  2. Let us know where you are blogging from.
  3.  Please leave your blog link or post link in the comment box below along with introductions.
  4. It’s one link per comment, but come back as often as you’d like, that way it’s easier to…

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A Year of Blogging on WordPress: What I Learned

Excellent advice for anyone who wants to get serious about blogging!

Alexis Chateau

By now, most of you may have heard pieces of the story before.But for those who’ve stumbled across this blog for the first time, here goes.

In late 2014, I became disappointed in my fear as a woman. I feared to go out and explore, and meet new people, see new places, and take risks, like many of my friends from around the world had done. Mymale friends.

At first, I reminded myself that they were men, and much less of an easy target than I would be as a woman. But that didn’t console me for long enough. After lamenting this weakness with a friend, I told her, “In 2015, I’m going to take risks – calculated risks, but risks all the same. You hold me accountable to that.”

The following March, I became really fed up with my corporate job in payroll. There were some strange transactions…

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