Today has been been quite an emotionally grim day.
I've been feeling overwhelmed by the prospect of starting EMDR and coming back to a sh*thole. The space I live in is a stressor, to say the least.
I've been feeling the need to create a safe, warm, comfortable space for me, finally but also because I suspect the EMDR will destabilise me somewhat. I won't need living in a sh*thole to add to it.
I've been feeling angry, sad that I havent had the motivation to lift a finger...until this evening!
I'm not sure what happened but I've managed to clear my bedroom, hoover, clean the windowsills, smudge the room, all that's left is sorting through my notebooks.(missions!)
I don't know where the energy came from. I think it was anger. Anyway, it feels great to have done it. I will finish up tomorrow with the notebooks tomorrow. I already feel better about the prospect of decorating. This room at least. I will even sleep on my bed tonight. The first time in just under two years.