It was a black panther that helped me be able to walk on city streets again. I had tried everything else.
I mean, I have tackled my healing down a different path than most. I have been open to just about anything -- and trained myself to know the difference between what works for me and what doesn't so I don't waste my time. Some things work for me for a period of time and then they don't and then they do again.
The way I logic it out for myself is based on Norman Doidge and his neuroplasticity findings. What I have found is that my brain isn't actually all that smart. That I can trick my brain into believing that I am experiencing something that I am not. I just need to remember to call up my senses while I do it.
Crazy stressed? Call up my swimming pool -- pick a location for it -- feel the water, feel the warmth, smell the chlorine, hear the sound when my ears are submerged, feel my arms slicing through the pool, and my brain believes I am there. So with the power animal -- if I walk along and it has my back (externalized version of power), there will come a time when I can internalize that feeling of safety. Because I trick my brain into believing that the black panther holds the key to my safety -- my brain doesn't have to keep my body on high alert. That's the ticket to getting well. Allow it to stand down. Realize how that feels. Trust in it. That, to me, is mindfulness. I am mindful that my body needs to relax and even if I learn how by measure of nanoseconds, I am training it to calm.
Learning to visualize was honestly the key for me. So much more control when one can let go and not worry about scientific studies and so on. I focus on one thing and one thing only. Is it helping me?