amosmorris
Silver Member
For me this process started two years ago when I lost a beloved friend to breast cancer. I sought out a therapist to help me deal with the grief, which was just absolutely consuming me at the time (though I was doing all I could to hide that and push forward). After six months in therapy talking about her illness and her death, we began to get into my past and it's been all incredibly hard. But today at therapy I told my T that if I had the choice of not having that body memory turn out to be a real memory, as destabilizing as its been I'd still choose to have the real memory. She asked me why--and I thought for a while because this was such a good question. Then it hit me: because it's mine.
