So my crazy dreams weren’t the product of a mental detox like I thought they were. It was an anniversary date of an overwhelming event, and it was actually the first anniversary ontop of a busy stressful week at work. After the weekend my brain seems to have calmed down and the dreams have stopped. I’m still having dreams, just nothing noteable. The usual random things my subconscious comes up with lol.
I don’t even really know where to begin talking about trauma anniversary. It’s still really fresh in my mind and I haven’t processed through it yet. I’ll probably make an appointment with my therapist in the upcoming weeks and see what we can come up with together. I’ve come to some of my own conclusions to a few of the triggers we haven’t been able to discuss yet so it’s time to go back in to her office. I’m pretty excited since this will only be my second visit this year and I’m working on more of my childhood trauma now vs my most recent trauma.
It’s been a long time coming, but I’m glad that I can finally begin on that part of my recovery journey. I think publishing my book really did put the end to my revolving door and loose attachment to my recent traumatic past. I still don’t really understand why, but I just feel better about it. Apparently it’s some psychological thing that tripped a switch in my brain somewhere. I’d read about it before I really committed to sharing my struggles here with the public, but I’d been blogging/writing for so long that I didn’t quite believe it was real.
Apparently blogging wasn’t enough in my head, I had to commit to publishing a book about it. lol. I don’t know?