Fire Away Your Intrusive Thoughts

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I’m enjoying the start of spring and seeing the garden awaken. We’ve got bird feeders up and have sweet little families of sparrows, bluetits, a robin, wood pigeon and a cheeky magpie. Once the crazy covid situation calms, we can’t wait to go on our train trips and visits to the seaside! It will be a while though so for now we make the most of our good days and continue to love and support each other. I’m trying really hard to re-bury, actually damn well cremate, the issues raised at therapy and have upcoming appointment to work on a stabilisation programme. Whatever that is.

Did all those sessions of dizzying CBT and CAT psychotherapy really help? In short, yes. They helped me unravel and understand. Opening up old graves was heavy, exhuming numerous events and people from my past for a second opinion autopsy was hard work. Emotions exploded like a water balloon to the face yet at the same time it felt… Calming? My emotions and feelings were recorded on repetitive wellbeing questionnaires, I never was given feedback from them. Was it a test? Did I pass? Or are they for the statistics database? Probably.

Should I be triggered, my memories of psychological traumas are amusingly eradicated by a shotgun firing off. Slugs aiming at my skull’s intruders as I deep breathe and visualise leaves floating down a stream. They pass. Like a car’s exhaust backfiring, it’s just a sudden quick noise in my head. I hear you loud and clear now kindly disappear.

Retrospective introspection has been wiping me out. Years of this, trying that, phoning helplines and prescriptions for the other. Giving yourself a daily flogging for ghosts of time that ought to be exorcised only serves to keep your wounds weeping crimson tears. I’m trapped on a rusty carousel, circling up and down on tired horses with glazed over eyes. Whoever or whatever is turning that carousel’s crank needs to be psychologically obliterated. Those horses will soon grind to a rusty halt enabling me to clamber off after years of being in a self-destructive daze. I’d love to witness spontaneous equine combustion consuming that carousel of despair. It’s ashes will blow to nowhere as I work on improving the practice of self care.

Old memories can be like modelling clay. Did you create a monstrous form or just fuck it, be a unicorn? Most likely the former. Memories are unreliable, patchy and erratic Exact age you were, times and locations are always warped. Why, where and when become riddles so what you thought was, well, probably wasn’t. But it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. It did.

Borderline whatever I may be, I’m trying really hard to continue to work on self-improvement etc etc. I bought a fun journal from Amazon with “My Chronic Shit” on the front cover. It’s a diary and symptom record so you can identify triggers, patterns, etc and then write a wee bit about your day’s activities. And I bought a glitter pen.

Always be yourself.

Just look out for ya’self

© Copyright: Sharon Lawson™

6 thoughts on “Fire Away Your Intrusive Thoughts

  1. This is a wonderful piece of you, Mouse. You have come so far over the past year, in particular. Have built-in coping mechanisms for the dreaded moments when you are triggered and it pleases me to the end of the world that you can come through them easier now. I totally agree about always being yourself and, my sweet friend, you could never be anything other than that. Your sincerity of being is a rare thing indeed. And I am blessed to model clay alongside you. Glitter pen too!!! Only the most magical souls have glitter pens.

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    1. Thank you for your comment Lion and part of the reason why I’ve managed to get through this last year especially is the beautiful stars that twinkle all around me. In the darkest of skies, they are there. And a prompt kick up the arse from the occasional shooting star 😅 Bernie, family, friends… My cherished zoo of support ❤

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  2. I tried to leave comments two times prior. Ultimately, i was attempting to state that i enjoyed the article. The vivid descriptors of the rusty carousel caused me to think of the ancillary damage we would sustain from that too — leading to a tetanus shot — to try and inoculate us from the foreign bodies — that help cloud our minds even more. Great read — look forward to reading more of your posts, It was the first full post of yours i read – and thanks for the follow back…be well, be safe, and strive to be sane….

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