It's been a few weeks since I wrote my latest EMDR story. This is because a session has fallen out as a result of a holiday and other personal circumstances of my psychologist. For me, this was quite good because I was in the painting work far over my ears and was now less affected by the fatigue associated with the treatment.


I consciously say “less tired” because in addition to the physical fatigue caused by home work, I have been suffering from mental fatigue over the last few months. Sometimes I would like me to be able to shut down my brain for a little while and put the maelstrom to my mind for a while. Because of the EMDR session, it seems like a storage place in my mind where all the shelves and cabinets have been pulled on and the contents were thrown to the ground. The strangest thoughts and flash backs jump into my mind, often at rather inconvenient moments of course, so I can catch them even more difficult (p) or give them a spot.


For example, I totally panicked when my husband, who is a chef, was working a knife with a stack steel, I was scared of the smallest sound, and Michael Jackson's music shake my body like a straw by giving me re-experiences related to it. my ex (a big Jackson fan). Furthermore, if I do not manage to distract myself sufficiently, I am constantly worrying and asking all sorts of why questions. Questions that I know all too well are not going to get answers, but that don't seem to be out of my mind.


All my life, music can evoke intense emotions to me, both positive and negative, and that seems to have become even stronger in recent months. I don't have to listen to certain lyrics in songs so as not to end up in a hurry of unstoppable crying (after all that looks so weird when you're waiting for checkout in the grocery store) or when you're out there having lunch with the family).


During my last session, now four days ago, there was a lot of attention to the group rape that I fell victim to, and I have already told about in previous blogs. Unlike the previous EMDR session, there was no use of sound incentivials this time, so the headphones could stay off. Only the vibrating pads and the moving light had to place my memory in a different way. However, the heaviness of the session didn't get any less, and afterwards, I was wobble and wobbly.


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