Hi All,
I finally feel like I am making some progress! I hope it is not just a feeling or, if it is, that it lasts:smile: My T and I started the first of our "Healing of Memories" prayer sessions. We started with praying about something on a lower level of intensity for me. Can't say I felt a whole lot different last night other than less agitated. Of course a lot of my agitation was from anticipating having to describe in detail any one of my traumas. Today I am feeling so much more calm and hopeful. Last night was HUGE for me. I am hoping next Tuesday that it will be a little easier for me to go into whatever trauma my T and I agree to pray over. I really do feel like Jesus was there with me in what we prayed over and that it is now in His hands. It was so validating and comforting to hear him tell my father that he was my parent and responsible as my parent to treat me with love. Also that while Jesus felt sad for my father's hurts he was also angry at the way he had treated me. I feel like that little girl in me is being protected. Strange isn't it? But I really do! Wow!
I finally feel like I am making some progress! I hope it is not just a feeling or, if it is, that it lasts:smile: My T and I started the first of our "Healing of Memories" prayer sessions. We started with praying about something on a lower level of intensity for me. Can't say I felt a whole lot different last night other than less agitated. Of course a lot of my agitation was from anticipating having to describe in detail any one of my traumas. Today I am feeling so much more calm and hopeful. Last night was HUGE for me. I am hoping next Tuesday that it will be a little easier for me to go into whatever trauma my T and I agree to pray over. I really do feel like Jesus was there with me in what we prayed over and that it is now in His hands. It was so validating and comforting to hear him tell my father that he was my parent and responsible as my parent to treat me with love. Also that while Jesus felt sad for my father's hurts he was also angry at the way he had treated me. I feel like that little girl in me is being protected. Strange isn't it? But I really do! Wow!