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I could not figure out which place to put this under so admin' can place this where they think best.
As I was adding a post to my trauma diary that upset me a bit, by the end of it, I got druggy tired. This normally happens after the session of therapy is over, especially after EMDR. Many times I would go home and not be able to stay awake, which resulted in me nearly passing out in sleep. The naps seemed to be quite calming. My T does not want me taking naps because he wants me to let my brain actively process whatever it was we talked about for the session. Lately, I have been able to avoid naps after therapy...only giving in a couple of times. Today's experience was one of those "give-in" moments, though therapy was yesterday and not today.
So, I got comfy on the couch and immediately dropped into very vivid "dreams". Each dream was so real, but they disturbed me enough that I struggled to come out of them so that I could open my eyes and see that I was in my house and not in the dream. Each time, I would drop quickly back into that different world. The last dream progressed to the point that it terrified me...really terrified me. I desperately struggled to wake myself up. My heart was pounding and I was sweating. I was praying for help. Total panic. When I opened my eyes, I could not tell if what just happened was real or not. It seemed real to me and it took a bit of time to understand that it was only a bad dream. It shook me up for quite some time. Two hours later, when hubby came home, he wanted to go out to eat, as I was walking out the front door, I was instantly triggered back to the bad dream (it involved being trapped in the open doorway, fearing for my life). I felt like I was walking into a different world. It was a very odd experience. And it caused my heart to boom out of my chest and I momentarily wanted to cry. The weird thing is that I never "slept". I just dropped into these other worlds and had to "wake" myself from them. I was only on the couch for about 15 minutes.
Did my trauma post ignite a bad case of avoidance? Or was this dissociation? Or is it simply a nightmare? All could be responses that my head threw at me to keep me from further processing my initial thoughts regarding the dust-up from EMDR.
I am so confused. Whatever it was, I didn't like it one bit!
As I was adding a post to my trauma diary that upset me a bit, by the end of it, I got druggy tired. This normally happens after the session of therapy is over, especially after EMDR. Many times I would go home and not be able to stay awake, which resulted in me nearly passing out in sleep. The naps seemed to be quite calming. My T does not want me taking naps because he wants me to let my brain actively process whatever it was we talked about for the session. Lately, I have been able to avoid naps after therapy...only giving in a couple of times. Today's experience was one of those "give-in" moments, though therapy was yesterday and not today.
So, I got comfy on the couch and immediately dropped into very vivid "dreams". Each dream was so real, but they disturbed me enough that I struggled to come out of them so that I could open my eyes and see that I was in my house and not in the dream. Each time, I would drop quickly back into that different world. The last dream progressed to the point that it terrified me...really terrified me. I desperately struggled to wake myself up. My heart was pounding and I was sweating. I was praying for help. Total panic. When I opened my eyes, I could not tell if what just happened was real or not. It seemed real to me and it took a bit of time to understand that it was only a bad dream. It shook me up for quite some time. Two hours later, when hubby came home, he wanted to go out to eat, as I was walking out the front door, I was instantly triggered back to the bad dream (it involved being trapped in the open doorway, fearing for my life). I felt like I was walking into a different world. It was a very odd experience. And it caused my heart to boom out of my chest and I momentarily wanted to cry. The weird thing is that I never "slept". I just dropped into these other worlds and had to "wake" myself from them. I was only on the couch for about 15 minutes.
Did my trauma post ignite a bad case of avoidance? Or was this dissociation? Or is it simply a nightmare? All could be responses that my head threw at me to keep me from further processing my initial thoughts regarding the dust-up from EMDR.
I am so confused. Whatever it was, I didn't like it one bit!