One of my almost-three-year-old twins has pneumonia-- came down with it very suddenly yesterday-- and my husband left tonight on a business trip, so I'm a bit frazzled at the moment and can't write a whole post.
Just a few bits to tide you over, including a short video I hope you'll watch-- it's a very inspiring 5 minutes.
1. My daughter is already on the mend, so there's probably nothing to worry about there. We had a scary 24 hours, but it looks like it's not going to get any worse. We'll confirm that with the doctor tomorrow. Despite our ages, we are still new parents, so stuff like this still scares the living shit out of us. Anyway, since I brought it up I didn't want to leave you hanging.
2. I had another Rosen session this week that went well, and will have another this Friday, where the plan is for me to tell the whole car accident story in detail while she works. I've already been feeling a bit more emotional since the first session (relatively blank slate that I am in that department, a small change is very noticeable), so I am hoping/dreading that this week's session will dredge up something juicy.
3. Speaking of getting emotional, I got emotional in therapy for the first time this past week. "Well, three tears is not very emotional," said Dr. Oz, "but I agree that it's a start." More importantly, it was over the accident and PTSD-related stuff, making it the first time I've had an emotional reaction to accident since 1993.
This, friends, is News.
I'll post about it at the earliest opportunity. Until then, I'll just tease you with that. Progress!
4. A friend posted this video on Facebook today and it resonated with me, for obvious reasons. I found myself wondering how much the work I'm doing could impact this man, as well as how much the work he's doing might impact me.
One of the things that struck me most was his sense of helplessness-- his physical condition made it extremely difficult for him to do the work needed to heal his body. This is true for me, as well, and is the hardest part of this whole thing-- probably because it's the part I deal with most consciously.
But this guy's physical challenges are worse than mine. And it was even harder for him to do the work. And guess what: he did it anyway.
Inspiration. I'll take it where I can get it. I'm glad to say I'm finally in a place where I recognize it when it comes.
Behold: Arthur. You won't believe what he does. I hope his story speaks to you as strongly as it speaks to me. He is living proof of what I try to convince myself of every day: we all have the power to reclaim ourselves.
