TAM Diaries
Does Therapy Ever End?
On mental health and bread 9/25/24
“Just worry about today’s bread, and let tomorrow’s bread worry about itself.”
I’ve been in therapy now for almost the same amount of time I’ve been on Medium. No, not TAM’s beginnings. Kiki Lu. Yeah, that long. It was around January or so of 2022 that I started really digging into the psychic depths of my emotional dysfunctions.
But now, I think I might have reached the end. Or, the beginning of the end at least. It’s been a hellova journey.
The first leg was all talk. Literally. That’s what we did. I apparently need to talk. Or write. Communicating my thoughts and feelings is vital to my mental health. But after a year and a half of talk therapy, I’d reached the end of that line. Talking wasn’t enough to reach some of the more stubborn elements plaguing my psyche.
About a year ago, I switched therapists to my current EMDR specialist. She taught me how to reach into my festering wounds and feel the pain. That sounds terrible, I know, but it was exactly what I needed. The general process was to find pain, focus on feeling it in my body, locate where my child self first encountered it (first or worst), and reparent that part of myself so I could…
