Is there anything I can do to try to allow myself to get things out there without really even saying anything, to heal?
My "thing" has ended up being a huge collection of specific pieces of many things from some of the damnedest places, most of which I'd been long advised to ignore, mainly due to a lack of peer-reviewed scientific evidence supporting their effectiveness, and due to them not being covered by insurance. Thanks to a community that supports bartering, I've since found many ways to better release, recognize, root out, and reveal things about my particular flavors of dis-ease that didn't require me to share any specifics, such as:
Deep breathing techniques
Drumming with hand drums
Native American flutes
Hula hooping
Dancing - mostly random sporadic
Primal screaming
More time with nature
Bouncing on a mini-trampoline
Craftiness in varied artistic forms - re-purposed crafts, inspirational magnets, pocket rocks, jewelry, dreamcatchers, coloring books, writing rhymes, making lists of things I wished to let go of and then ceremonially burning them in the fireplace or fire pit, growing house plants and gardening, etc.
NeurOptimal neurofeedback
Drastic lifestyle change regarding my consumption habits - diet/hygiene/cleaning products/etc.
Major changes in living environment
Acupuncture
Massage therapy
Iridology
Sound healing with Tibetan bowls, gongs, and such
Yoga
However, once the healing energies started to flow, I quickly learned that continuing to purposely avoid the uncomfortable and hurtful memories only served to undo most of the progress I'd made.
I finally sought more help in sorting and managing those thoughts and memories by calling a local domestic/sexual abuse shelter who offers free T sessions and have since discovered how helpful having that talking space really is.
I stopped going for a while because I felt I had a good enough grip on things via all of those methods I listed, silly me. I find having that outlet to be a priceless tool in my tool box that benefits me most when used on a regular basis, and I no longer wait until I feel I'm approaching a crisis to utilize that service.
All of those therapeutic and nurturing tools continually bring up cellular memories and such that I mistakenly thought I'd long since dealt with while also helping me build my strength to deal with them. I've finally accepted that I don't have to face it all on my own, nor am I expected to, although some days I much prefer it to be that way as I've also learned I am often the only one I can truly count on as the others are only human, too.
Having safe, warm, and inviting spaces to talk about, write about, and share stories about the things that have changed the course of my life has been a key component to healing, for me. Finding those spaces can be rather laborious and can grossly reveal much of the widely accepted dysfunction within the systems supposedly designed to help us.