I've been doing EMDR for a few months now. I was Mr "Look-at-me-I overcame-everything-I'm-freaking-superman" until everything that could go wrong just suddenly started going wrong, one after the other, and after a downward spiral of about 2 and a half years, I found myself on the bathroom floor with a paring knife and a huge gash in my forearm.
Turns out I'm not superman after all.
So I called the therapist I used to see in my early twenties and it turned out that she had since become an EMDR specialist. I still have some way to go, but it has already made a huge difference in my life. Its not always easy, but for me it has been worth it several times over.
It's helping me to face things that I've never been willing/able to face before. I've gotten so used to living wounded, that I almost convinced myself that being in constant pain was normal, that is was simply how life is. Since starting EMDR, these wounds have started to heal and I am looking forward to a time when the pain might actually stop completely...
I guess what I'm trying to say
Is whose life is it anyway because livin'
Living is the best revenge
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