One order of healing, with a side of life.
8 months.... That's how long it's taken me to get back. I've been writing, a lot. Less in the last two months or so. Life, ya know? But still, progress has been made. I have no idea where to begin. So much has happened in those 8 months. I moved, into my own place. The business now has its own place. Life has shifted, a lot. I celebrated 2 years of sobriety last month, and recently started trauma therapy. The summary doesn't do the experience justice. Tonight I am typing through hard tears. This therapy, called EMDR, is nothing like I ever imagined experiencing. I am enduring a lot of feelings, a lot of triggers, and having a really hard time maintaining connections with those I care for throughout it. I feel walled off in Plexiglas. I can't always decide if this is for my protection, or theirs. Either way, I can't seem to fully be with anyone in any given moment, other than my children. They are magic. They can cross any barrier. And I thank my higher