I have been hard at work in therapy for the past 8 + years, working through old wounds and traumas. I did a combo of CBT and art therapy for 5 years with a therapist named Rebecca. She changed my life. I moved away and needed to find a new therapist (oh man it was an interesting journey trying different therapists out, this one guy was an old Cali Jungian who made me feel crazy and shit on mentally ill people every session I had with him and sent me a lengthy angry text message when I ended things with him.) Now, I am trying EMDR with a different therapist named Rebecca - it’s working out great. We have been doing a lot of visualizations while I hold these two buzzers in my hands. I pictured myself putting this friend of mine who fuckboy’d me into a blue velvet ottoman cartoon style. With a slide whistle sound effect and everything. I reimagined this creepy guy experience. This dude was yapping at me in a creepy way, with EMDR my brain shrunk him down into a cartoon mouse and I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. I cried laughing crom some of these EMDR experiences.
