Is it gonna hurt?
I've always thought of my deep rooted trauma as something I carried around in a box within me. It was there, private, ignored, safe, closed, nailed, glued, and slammed shut. Was I going to open it? Heck no...until I had to. Keeping those secrets hidden had begun to affect my body, mind and spirit. I remember being at work when I felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety, fear, and grief. I couldn't do my work duties anymore. I wanted to hide, cry, and leave. I couldn't concentrate. Instead, I chose self harm and told my boss I needed to leave. This explosion happened in 2018. It was an explosion of my life, my career, and my sanity. After a PEC stent and 8 wks of a Partial Hospitalization Program, I walked out with some tools, plenty group therapy lessons, and a plan forward. The BOX, the BOX with the trauma in it...had to be fully opened. For me, therapy (for a LONG time) was the therapist, my seat, and my imaginary internal trauma box. L...