Today I woke up and looked in the mirror and was
extremely happy with the person I saw. I
showered just before bed, so my hair looked like something out of a zombie
movie, I have a zit that has been slowing growing into a mountain to the right
of my nose with no signs of slowing and I still have much of the weight that I
have gained over the past year, but I looked at myself and thought, “you look
freakin’ fantastic!” It was a nice way
to wake up.
The past couple weeks have been really difficult. Two weeks ago in group therapy, one of the
therapists that runs the group (not my regular one) brought up some deep
emotional trauma but then did not take the time to deal with it properly and I
was left an emotional wreck until last night.
It has been rough because I was still working on the road for the
majority of the time and didn’t have anywhere I could turn for grounding. I fought through, but I felt like I was
flying a million miles away – something that I haven’t experienced much in the
past year. It sucked.
Last night was great because I returned to group after
essentially four months away and was able to release the emotion through a rage
hold (when the group holds you down and you struggle to get free – you can read
about some of the exercises here).
I vomited – shock, surprise! It
was a big one. The crazy thing about
this kind of therapy is how much you discover your body stores emotion and
trauma of which you may not even be aware.
This morning my body feels like I went through a boxing match. Every muscle is sore. I did have ten people holding me down for ten
minutes while I tried with all my might to fight them off. Though I do feel a million pounds
lighter. Whatever it was that I was
storing, I had been holding onto it for a long time.
The thing I’m particularly proud of, is that I didn’t let
those emotions cripple or hinder me over the two weeks I had to sit with
them. Sure, the first couple days were
rough and I made more mistakes at work than I ever do, but I was able to deal
and carry on. But my writing didn’t
suffer during that time. That is how I
know that I’m making progress. When I
feel those extreme emotions, my writing is usually the first thing to fall by
the wayside, but it didn’t. I wouldn’t
let it. I had things I had to do and I
pushed forward. There is some crazy new
strength in me now that I’m only just discovering. It’s great.
While I was working out in Edmonton, I went to a
Rolfer. What’s a Rolfer, you say? Good question. I had no idea either, but a co-worker swore
by him, so I decided to try it. Rolfing
is a practice of massaging your nerves and flossing them through the routes
they move to clear anything that might be blocking their flow (not the
scientific definition, just how I came to understand the practice). My therapist has always told me that my hips
are locked. I can’t move them to save my
life. I had never realized it, but it
was true. It is weird, but did more for
me than any massage ever has. I’m
completely converted.
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