Last nights plan did work:D. I slept, woke a few times, hugged dogs then went back to sleep.
It was hard to motivate myself this morning, Came on the forum and was distracted by joining a conversation with Froggie - temptress:cool:.
Had lunch with work friends, just quick then into T.
Again v intense and I had to stop. T switched methods, usually I relay my thoughts and feelings and I had to back off, I admitted the reason I felt terror at the cold and numbness was cos I thought I was dead. So he tried getting me to narrate as if I was watching the scene unfold on TV. That was better, we did that three times and were going for a 4th time. This time I made the decision to look at it from the first person (my) perceptive. I wanted/needed to try. It wasn't brilliant but I got through it. I said the emotions were there but I controlled them. We ended with some grounding.
On the drive home, for the first time since the accident, I sang along to music. Just one song, but repeated it. It is 'Your Song' but the Ewan McGregor version from Moulin Rouge, it has the opera bits in it. It is the song my youngest daughter and I blast out at top volume when we were on a road trip. We don't knbow the opera words so just shout, blah, blah, blah along to the music. A good memory and one which made me forget I'm scared of driving.
Slightly spoilt journey by a truck blocking the road, waving me past and the trying to stop me.
T wants me to buy a pretty notepad and at least once a day write what makes me happy and grateful.
Going to lie on the bed and listen to an audio book. Brain overload. Enough for today. CYA tomorrow.
Drained but happyish H is on his way home
Linking arms