Archive for memories

caught in a trap….

Posted in miscarriage with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 23/02/2014 by doyourememberthattime

the cramps take me back to place I don’t want to go

this feels so horribly familiar

we’re alone

i’m so scared

i want everything to be ok

but

i already know nothing is ever going to be alright again

 

i’m trapped in memories

i can feel it all over again

 

something is going very wrong inside me

my beautiful new life is slipping away

the life that i have fallen in love with

i have no power

how do stop this from happening ?

i am not equipped to deal with this

there is no one to help me

 

i already feel so inadequate

i should have shielded you

you are my sole responsibility

i lost sight of that

i haven’t fought hard enough

i’m losing you

with every hot spasm

i know

you’re dying

 

the blood brings it all rushing back

 

all control is lost

if I could only halt this tide

perhaps your heart would keep beating

i want to protect you

someone please help me.

 

don’t tell me there is nothing you can do

don’t tell me its god’s plan

don’t tell me it’s over.

 

i need a miracle

i need someone to save us.

Advertisements

no distance left to run…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 19/08/2013 by doyourememberthattime

as i have previously discussed, i have been undergoing emdr therapy.
there have been small breakthroughs; i am beginning to aim my anger in appropriate directions,
i am now able to acknowledge that anger & my right to it.
i’ve also begun to accept the magnitude of that awful experience.
sadly, i am yet to shed the certainty that i am to blame.

i continue to self-flagellate
i fear the day that i do not.

along with these positive steps, the side effects have also progressed
the flashbacks have lessened. they now present as intrusive thoughts. treadmills of memories that i cannot get off.
the urge to cut is ever present.
i am powerless without the outlet.
i have no way to jolt myself out of these episodes.

sleep is elusive. the nightmares continue when i do find it.
there are also haunting dreams of what could have been.
the images of what i have missed are painful.
the guilt is fresh again.
the need to atone is powerful
i must hurt myself
pain is essential.

my final torture is the cruelest
body memories
i feel pregnant.
i am experiencing many of the symptoms i felt when pregnant.
combinations of symptoms that i haven’t felt since i carried a life within me
sensations so powerful that i started to believe i was expecting.
began to hope
i took a test, three tests, actually
there won’t be any baby
but
the symptoms continue
torture is not an exaggeration
it’s excruciating
a constant reminder of what i have lost
what i want
what i can’t have

the therapy continues
my psychologist has devised a new approach
i am going to have a weeks’ worth of intensive sessions
his thoughts being that the distress i experience between sessions is counter productive
i think, basically, he is afraid i will do something extreme
he may be right
so, we are attempting to complete the therapy in this block of sessions.
i am terrified
i honestly do not know if i can do it
i want to try.

i’ll stand in front of you, take the force of the blow

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 02/05/2013 by doyourememberthattime

i am currently enduring EMDR.
it’s a therapy designed to reprocess thought & feelings relating to a traumatic experiences.
it basically involves repeatedly revisiting the event. focusing on specific aspects & the feelings they evoke with the desired income of making them less painful.
i was aware hard. i am forcing myself to examine a period of my life that i have been avoiding for 14 years. these memories have never been safe ground for me.
stirring up things that i have purposely supressed for my entire adult life is terrifying.
the sessions themselves are emtional and exhausting. inbetween sessions has become a type of hell.
i’ve been having nightmares. well, some of them are nightmares. others are just dreams about that period. neither are welcome. i’m scared to sleep,which only makes everything else worse.
worse than the nightmares are the flashbacks, awful memories that i get trapped in. images of the worst moments of my life. i cant explain how frightening it is to be back there.
i don’t know how to cope with either of these developments.
the urge is cut is so intense. i see graphic images in my head. i feel the need to hurt.
to be disfigured
and
damaged.
perhaps a reflection of how i view myself.
i am making a little progress. i am beginning to develop some compassion for my younger self. i am able to acknowledge that at 19 years old, i was unprepared for the series of events that occured. i feel a little less angry with the young me.
i’m yet to feel less to blame, just that maybe there were mitgating circumstances.
it’s a slow, excruciating process, but i determined to see it through.
i’m hoping that i will finally be able to deal with the trauma and move on.

memories, in the corner of my mind….

Posted in love, trust with tags , , , , , , , on 01/09/2011 by doyourememberthattime

i remember the first time i saw “the way we were”

 i was around 14 

 i watched it with my mum.

i  identified with katie so much,

she was so passionate,

she cared

 and

she was willing to do something about it

 

 as the story unfolded, i fell in love with katie & hubble.

 i believed in them.

 it broke my heart when it dawned in me that they wouldn’t end up together

 i cried

and

 at the end i wailed, but they still love each other.

 

 mum said, LOVE ISN’T ALWAYS ENOUGH.

 

 i couldn’t get a grasp on that concept.

 my romantic ideals could not comprehend a situation where love wouldn’t be enough.

 

 i miss that naiveté.

 i miss being able to believe that love could change facts

 and people

 and everyday.

 

 it’s a lesson i wish i didn’t have to learn

but

 i’m all grown up now

 

 mostly

 

 i’m still a katie girl

 i still know what i stand for

 i still i know what i want

 and

need

 

sadly, that’s what prevents love from being enough.