Floating Out of EMDR

I felt like I floated out of my EMDR session today. I floated down the stairs, gliding a hand down the rail, as much for support as for orientation. I traced the curving end of the rail with my palm for assurance that I was at the bottom. There was nothing wrong with my eyesight, it's just that I couldn't trust what I was seeing...not just yet.

I slipped into the second floor bathroom before taking on the next set of stairs. I didn't look in the mirror. I was afraid of whom I would see. Not before I had sunk to the floor and held myself and told myself that I was safe...that I was here...that I was OK. Then I inhaled and exhaled, and looked in the mirror to see me...mother of three...pharmacist...adult.

And I ran down the next flight of stairs into my van the cocoon.