(((((((((((((((fallen)))))))))))))))))

T tries to help me remember when we are talking about that kind of thing that it's not happening NOW. I already survived it. Now it's time to heal, and I don't have to be alone with it anymore.

I remember that when T and I were in the process of talking about me being raped, I drew a floorplan of the room it happened in. I didn't know why I did it, but I just felt compelled to. I brought it into session, and T sat on the couch with me and looked at it and asked questions...and I didn't feel like I was alone in that room anymore. I felt like T was with me...the room wasn't just in MY head, it was in HIS head too.

For me, there's something so healing about sharing with T what happened. It's SO hard...when we talk about any trauma stuff, it's just excruciating...but as time goes by, I realize how much it helps me to not be ALONE with this stuff anymore.

Good luck today, angel. Your T cares about you very much, and she will help you. I'll be thinking of you!