Our brains are really tricky organs.
I have been at a point, for awhile now, where I know what is causing my anxiety. However, despite being cognitively aware of some of the causes, and trying to talk myself down logically, my body reacts on autopilot.
Breaking that script is difficult. Continue reading
She really hopes.
EMDR therapy has a way of exposing these underlying beliefs I’ve been holding. These deeply held, core beliefs that, without my explicit acknowledgment, affect much of my day to day living.
The thing about a core belief is that I might even know, cognitively, that I shouldn’t believe it. Or that it isn’t really true. But, it is silently destructive. It is, unconsciously–subconsciously?–defining who I am, how I feel, and what I believe about myself.
My brain is like a filing cabinet. For years, I had stored these files away, never daring to open them up. Some of them, in fact, I had forgotten about–they were in the very back of the drawer, gathering dust…but still there, waiting to be found again.
When I started EMDR and talk therapy, my brain found it useful access a lot of these old files and, suddenly, I remembered…I remembered lots of things I had buried long ago, hoping I’d to never have to talk about.
I realized this weekend though, what part of my struggle is: As I have remembered all of the horrible and hard stuff from childhood, it has reawakened a sense of injustice, anger, and grief within me. Continue reading
What comes first, the chicken or the egg?
Obviously, this is the classic impossible question. Over the last year, I have been asking myself a different version of this question:
What comes first, anxiety or the stomachache?
I’ve written over the last month that I am having a really hard time. I’ve been down…dark, and depressed. I’ve been fighting bouts of anxiety and nervousness, and stomach issues that are a result of all of it, but also make all the stress and nervousness worse.
I have been feeling trapped. And stuck. And hopeless. Continue reading
This morning, as I lay in my bed, my mind wandered to all of the heavy thoughts that have been weighing me down. I gave a sigh, feeling the familiar pain of sadness and emotion in my chest and my stomach, and blinked the tears from my eyes.
I have not been okay. I am hurting–and grieving–and feeling close to hopeless.
Lately, the dysfunction of my relationships has been at the forefront of my mind. I have been struggling with the idea, again, that there is something wrong with me.
And then I realized something–there IS something wrong with me.
The last few weeks have been so emotionally painful.
In moments of silence, when I am in tune with my body, I am only cognizant of the pain that is flowing through my stomach, chest, and heart.
It is emotional, but it is also physical.
I am trying not to let the sadness and the hopelessness take root.
It is hard.
It is hard to focus on the good things when that pain is so readily felt. Growth is painful, I know. But this feels overwhelming.
I know I’ve grown. There are some things I feel better about. But I wish this journey–this life of mine–was clearer and easier.