Welcome to the The EMDR Diaries, where I bring you, the reader, along with me for the highs and lows of Eye Movement Desensitisation and Reprocessing (EMDR) for trauma. For most of my life I’ve felt alone in my struggles, I’ve wondered what was wrong but never quite been able to put my finger on it. I know it’s the same for many of us, so it’s my hope these diaries are a comfort, or maybe more simply an insight into life as an adult post traumatic childhood experiences.
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TW: Whilst I don’t go into specifics, in this diary entry I talk about childhood trauma and therapy.
I’m at the point in this therapy that I felt so hopeful for at the start.
I’m actually smiling writing these first few sentences at how far I’ve come. I have no doubt there’s still hard moments ahead, but so much has happened since my last update on EMDR. I’ve had probably the most difficult, raw reprocessing sessions, but they’ve led to some of the most magical, healing moments.