Therapy Part 3
My last three sessions have been terribly difficult. So my therapist tried something different today. Rather than any trauma talk, she wanted to know my best memory from my childhood.
It was at my Grandmother’s house. When we were on the porch and all the family was in the house. It was crazy how strong the memory still is. I can remember the smell of the kitchen … what everyone was wearing … the wind … the sound of the pea pods opening.
My therapist asked why the memory was so strong.
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“Because I felt so accepted. I belonged there. I was safe, loved. Educated. There was so much laughter and joking. And everyone was so happy in that memory. I was surrounded by family. And the food was wonderful.” (I am literally crying right now. I miss this place so much. I miss my family so much.)
So now that she has a safe place to tie me into … ground me … we can start working towards the trauma.