So, here I am, gleefully cleaning out my attic of past injuries and fears, and I think things are great. But they're not. I had another (small) panic attack yesterday, followed by a doozy of a nightmare last night.
My husband has taught me the mantra of "nothing unreal exists" to help me cope with my nightmares. In this case, however, I think I may need more than a mantra. Even though I think I'm starting to take care of my issues, it's clear that I'm not processing them; my subconscious is hoarding them like they're mint-condition Star Wars collectibles still in their original boxes.
It's come to the point where I think I might need some help.
*sigh*
This sucks.
23 September 2008
The Subconscious Strikes Back
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There is no shame in getting help when you need it. I mean, if you want to move a giant heavy dresser, you don't beat yourself up for asking a big strong guy to grab the other end.
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