Well, today was the big day. Would I or wouldn’t I quit therapy because of the smell? You all have been so creative and supportive, I really appreciate the time you took to help me settle down and think wise, not emotional. I had watched a Tara Brach video over the weekend on trauma. Of course the practice starts with GROUNDING. I’ve only truly felt grounded one time during reiki. I felt gravity push me down onto the table and I felt attached, whereas I mostly feel unattached to my surroundings (depersonalization maybe?) but she suggested placing a hand over the heart and calling on my allies, all those people and guide animals I have that support me. That was a different idea and I’ve been practicing it. I can’t remember what the next part is, but after I watch it a few more times I’ll be able to put it into memory.
So I decided to put some tiger balm under my nose and the second I opened the door to the office, it smelled like fresh air. WTF? No smells. None. I asked him if my perception of bad smells happened before or after Karen’s death. He’s pretty sure it was after. Bingo. It was emotional. But I accepted and brought him in as an ally and my whole viewpoint has shifted.
I didn’t think I could live without Karen. The pain was unbearable. But I have lots of allies. Not related to any of them, no big surprise coming from a childhood of pervasive neglect and abuse.
I feel so much stronger now. I have learned not to put all my eggs into one basket. But more importantly, mind over matter. We determined that the bully sticks I keep there to silence Annie are what smells putrid. They are made from bull penises after all. Icky!
So, in conclusion, I came to believe I need to practice grounding daily, if not more. Trust the process, and as Lyle Lovett says, wear your cape.