This doesn’t happen often anymore very much at all. I’m going to own it though now that it has happened.
I’ve woken up with a head heavy with swirling thoughts. I think one of my friends sensed the downward spiral starting yesterday because they randomly asked if I were okay.
I was – mostly – I have been sick and have pushed through except for Tuesday when I cancelled all of the clients I remembered (a sign in itself) and slept through the afternoon.
I’m exhausted. It’s been a big start to the year and feels like December already. The term is almost done, and I decided to write the bloody trauma book lol. It triggered my process last week. This week the process has triggered something.
I dreamed of sexual abuse last night. I can’t remember the dreams. I was not the abused. I feel that. Meh.
I knew the book would be difficult to write. And I know I’ll be okay. I’ll work through whatever this is.
I have already stood on the grass to ground myself. I’m going to do some body groove and I’m going to do a grounding mantra I learned at yoga yesterday.
Once my brain is ready to release whatever emotion it is processing, I’ll work through that too.
Childhood trauma is the gift that keeps giving. Like IVF lol.
Memories, feelings, stuff can come up at any time and knock you. And that’s okay when you have a self-care strategy. I do – years in the making to deal with these times. I won’t slide deep. I know what to do. And I’ll take the time I need to do it by saying no more often.
I’ve got this. You’ve got this. We’ve all got this.