I am incredibly grateful that I continue to see my neuropsych (Erica) and that I can talk to my therapist (Katryna) whenever I need to and that I have my Becky Beck to coach me, even though she doesn't coach friends... she coaches me on very simple things!
We all need each other, People!
We were never meant to do life by ourselves.
Heavenly Father has put exactly who we need in our path exactly when we need them!
Erica told me that I have some pretty serious PTSD when I met with her on Thursday.
This is okay.
It's good to know that for times when I feel a little extra trauma.
I have something called, "Perceived Rejection."
This is a form of PTSD.
This is how this works for me:
I have an "experience" or a "memory" which triggers me.
Once I have that trigger, I REACT to the person or the thing that I am having the current experience with... even if the experience with that person is really, seemingly not that big of a deal.
And, I am in trauma.
What can I do?
(There is always something we can do... which is like the best news ever)
I now keep a journal.
It's simple a Composition Notebook with two columns:
Past Trauma and Current Experience.
I ask myself:
"Sis, where are your thoughts a feelings coming from? A past trauma or memory? OR, is the current experience really the issue?"
I write it down.
I then decide if this past trauma or memory is something that I need to work through more.
Then I do so.
And I let that balloon go OR I put that into my Jesus box.
We also discussed that I am ALLOWED to confront current things that or people who trigger trauma or memories.
I know that might sound strange, but it isn't!
It's actually quite normal for someone who has PTSD and/or a validation addiction to need to be told that I am allowed to do something.
Erica is very good at teaching me how to allow myself to do things, but in this situation, she reminded me that I have "permission" to stop things as they are happening.
This creates a sense of power and a lack of fear.
And so, we keep learning and growing!
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