Scenes from EMDR
At one point, I found myself in a place so intolerably dark and fearsome that I could not continue. I turned away from that window and held my gut and my heart so as to keep them from spilling out. I wanted to curl up into myself. I shook and felt as if I were crying...but there were no tears...nothing...dry heaves. A watershed would have been a welcome release.
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