I Let Go

Holy Shit.

Holy.

Shit. 

I had a breakthrough. 

I feel so different. And I feel lighter. Also very cautious and wary and tired. And it wasn’t easy but after five months of trying so hard to avoid feelings – today I broke down with A. 

It wasn’t immediate. I started by telling her about yoga and the feelings it brought up and the whole experience. I told her I felt really vulnerable – and I told her about my eyes leaking, cause that’s what it felt like. And she told me she thought that was beautiful – even though I insisted that vulnerability wasn’t good. She insisted the opposite. 

I told her about losing that connection to myself yesterday night and today – about being really angry today – and the whole time I am talking about it my centre is just on fire. I tell her I wasn’t able to access it, that when N (the yoga therapist) suggested I touch the part of me that I consider to be the centre, I couldn’t. 

I told her about the images that followed my tears on Monday. I had a really hard time talking about the fortress and the baby animal… eventually I decided to read from my blog. I felt ridiculous, and she closed her eyes to try to picture it better and I really appreciated that… because I think she knew it was easier for me to share then. And afterwards, I told her I don’t trust myself. I don’t trust myself to protect me. The fortress is meant to keep everyone out and everyone away from little me, including myself.

She asked me if she could go in. 

I told her that she wouldn’t want to. That it’s ugly, dank, foul. It’s where the worst parts of me live. I told her nobody makes it out of there. She responded with “right now PD, nobody makes it in.” 

“Touché”

We get into the emotions – she is using my name more as I drift away, and she is talking a bit more, and I am regretting telling her that those things work to keep me grounded. I tell her I am afraid of how ugly those emotions are – how I was told for so long they were the worst part of me. I tell her I am afraid to let them out and that she will think I’m ugly and horrible and never let me come back.

I am afraid to let them out because I don’t think little me can take anything else. Yes I was resilient and strong and got here, but I don’t think one more misstep is survivable. And how awful if I was the one to get me here only to be the cause of my own demise. 

She is reassuring and calm and at one point I throw out “Fuck you brain, I’m so angry right now, and I need you to take us away and you won’t and the part that wants to feel is winning. And I don’t want to feel but I do and it’s overwhelming. I feel like running. I feel like fighting. I have so much adrenaline.” I am literally shaking, trying to prevent these emotions from surfacing.

And she asks if she can move her chair closer to me. I nod. She asks if how close she is is okay and I nod again, silent tears have started to fall. I am not sure it is okay that she is that close – 49% of me is saying “get out and don’t come back. This isn’t safe. This is a trap. Tell her to move” – but I don’t, because that extra 1% has shifted to the side that is currently (barely) winning. The side that wants to participate, and is tired of living trapped. The side that gets us to counselling week after week and to yoga. The side that shows up is winning. And I’m trying to get away from the emotion and I’m trying to get out but for the first time I am unable to drift away into numb and nothing – I can’t disassociate and this is terrifying me and she’s sitting and waiting and looking at me even though I am not looking at her and I go “I am so terrified and so so angry” 

And she goes, “where is the anger living, PD, where is it” and I say “where it always lives” and she says “can you show me? Can you put your hand there?” I had told her earlier it wasn’t a possibility for me in yoga cause I didn’t feel safe enough yet with N.

I shook my head no. “It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want, just try when you’re ready PD.” She puts her clipboard with notes and her pen on the floor and I can tell she knows I’m losing the battle to disassociate and that if I am ever going to experience these emotions and let them out, for the first time, because there will be many times, it is going to be now. She knows how close I am to letting go. 

At some point something in me decides it is now or never and I put my hand on my sternum and say “it’s here. It’s right here”

I start to cry, in earnest, but silently, and my god it hurts. She’s like “that’s so good PD, thank you for sharing.” She’s less than a foot away from me now. 

Have you ever turned on the tv or radio and someone has left it on really loud? It felt like someone had dialled up my emotions to 50 and left it that way and I can’t find the dial down button. I can’t turn them off. Like the pressure that has been building in my chest for twenty plus years is about to explode out like a volcano. 

I choke out “I am going to die. This is going to kill me” – I am panicking, and I am literally choking on my tears. 

She says “PD my hand is right here if you want it” and I grab it and hold on like my life depends on it, because it feels like it does, and she holds back and then the tears come and I actually let out an incredibly loud series of sobs and she goes “you are safe. You are not in danger” and says things like that throughout my tears, “you are okay. I am right here. There is no danger. I am here with you PD as long as you need me.” and I’m starting to hyperventilate and saying “it hurts so much” and she is going “PD I know it hurts, I need you to breathe. This is just a wave of emotion – I know it feels like you’re dying but you’re not. You are okay. I promise. It will end. It will end soon, it is survivable. I won’t let harm come to you right now.” I am still crying, harder than I have ever cried in my life. She is alternating gentle shhhs with soothing phrases and telling me she is right there. I’m thinking about what a mess I am and at the exact right moment she goes “no matter what emotion you let out right now, I will still care for you. I will still love you. I will still be here. But you have to breathe.” That last part comes out as in her command voice, the firm one I imagine she uses with her children, and I respond to it as the chaos starts to wash away. 

I begin to breathe, she’s still being encouraging and gentle and breathing with me. My sobs eventually slow, then stop, I grab a Kleenex with my one hand. She gently drops my other one at an appropriate time – once she feels I have my emotions back under control and I am clearly no longer in the throes of it. 

And my god, did it hurt. I literally thought I was going to die. It reads so quickly here but I was desperately sobbing for a good twenty minutes. It was the most painful thing I have ever been through. 

But it was worth it. 

She leans back in her chair but is still pretty close to me. I didn’t look at her the whole time. I’m still not looking at her. After a few minutes I go “stop being over there all proud of me” and we both laugh… And then I go “hey, A” and she goes “yes PD” and I go “did you know emotions won’t actually kill you?” And she chuckled again and goes “I did. I thought they would kill me once too.

I briefly picture A crying with a T she loves years earlier and think what a beautiful way to take tragedy and move it forward. That now I have made it past a major hurdle because she made it past her hurdles.

I look at her, I smile weakly. I go “I am exhausted”. She goes “I bet.” And then she says “how else do you feel?” And I said “I wish I had words for it. Exhausted. Worn. But also proud. And as much as I don’t want to admit it because I resisted it for so long – I feel lighter and like everything is sharper. Like I’m suddenly living in an Instagram filter.” She chuckled and said “yes, yes PD. That’s it. It’s new. And that’s going to feel a little scary, and that’s okay”.

“I also feel empowered and hopeful and super human.. like I could leap buildings in a single bound.”

That isn’t the last time that will happen, is it? I am going to have to do this again.” I asked her – and she got solemn, “no, PD, this will probably keep happening… but hopefully as you trust it and me and this process it gets less painful, and less difficult, over time. And at the end, you have this. This moment of raw connection and beauty. Of letting your emotions have the air they deserve and nothing bad happening because of it. There is something different about you right now. You won’t be able to bottle this feeling, but this is an incredibly healing moment.” 

I told her she needs Pom-Poms because she’s so excited now that she knows I’m okay she’s waving her hands around. This is a hilarious image if you know A – she is a tomboy and has short hair and wears men’s shoes and used to be a wildfire firefighter out in the wilderness. And the image of her with bright pink Pom-Poms has us laughing. She says she should keep them under her chair for moments like this. 

I had a moment soon after where I was ashamed of my tears and my outburst and she quickly shut that down – literally saying that these moments are a sign of such growth. That these moments are why she does what she does. I believe her.

We have another ten minutes and I tell her I am afraid to leave. I feel new – I don’t know how to be this me out there. I mean I know I haven’t changed on the outside but on the inside, I let a part of that ball of emotion go — and there is this space. And I feel like I don’t know what to do. And she says “PD, what you will do is go out there and discover more space and more life and more moments. And then you will come back and no matter what happens I will be here on Friday.

I thanked her for holding my hand and she said “thank you for trusting me and taking it“. Part of me is worried she will see that as a mistake at some point and I so hope she doesn’t. It was perfect. I needed it. It was not too much, and she let go at the perfect time. I also told her the words she were saying were so helpful. I needed to know she was there, and I needed to be reminded I was safe. I did not feel safe. She told me she was glad they were helpful. I told her I was incredibly grateful for her. 

She has decided to actively refer N to her clients which I thought was a really nice professional nod of sorts, some respect for the yoga therapy side of things. I imagine some professionals wouldn’t see the benefits of a movement based therapy – instead seeing it as new age and hipster or a fad, so that was really quite nice. I plan on telling N next session. 

As I (reluctantly) left and we hugged she said “amazing work today” and I told her I was taking two handfuls of MnMs. And I did. 

I went to the NHL game with my fiancé but we left after period two. And I didn’t drink. I know that I am feeling okay right now but I also know there is going to be an aftermath. I am too calm and a bit numb. Also though, in that empty space there is an ache, and some quiet happiness. I don’t know what the aftermath looks like yet, but this is new so I am going to tread carefully and put myself first. 

But I am amazed, in awe of myself, and so grateful for A. I lived through a defining moment today. I let go. 

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52 thoughts on “I Let Go

  1. pd i am so proud of you showing emotions isnt easy. i’m not quite there yet with eileen. reading about your experience was so helpful. i hope i will get there soon. well done on doing such amazing work in therapy. xxx

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  2. Amazing! Just incredible! I’m so glad I read this! It’s such a great story and I’m glad that A was so gentle, kind, and loving through it all. It’s interesting that she uses the word “love” and has no problems with it. I’m glad you were able to get to this point!

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    • I’m so glad you read it too.. it’s a little long for a post but just spilled out afterwards. I re-read it today too.

      She doesn’t shy away from the word love and I know many counsellors do – but I think I like it. It’s very clear she doesn’t mean anything other than a lot of care. Maybe it’s cause of who she is that it just conveys that compassion.

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      • Nah, it’s not that long. If you read mine, I get really really long! Your post flowed well and everything made sense. 😉

        Yeah. That’s very nice – to know that A cares for you so deeply. That she’s more than *just* your counselor. I sometimes wish S would tell me the same but he does say that he cares for me – seeing his personality though, I doubt he’ll ever be comfortable using the word love to express that care…

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      • I told her once that I couldn’t believe she used the word and she said “PD, I can’t see someone unless I find a way to love them”

        She practices a care based counselling where she creates that safe loving space for us to learn what we didn’t get a chance to otherwise – and actually I have such a hard time with that level of compassion if it isn’t coming from my fiancé that accepting that is something I need to work on.

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      • Wow that’s amazing!

        And I totally feel you on that. I myself like to push people away when they come too close and give me too much attention/concern/care. It’s counter intuitive because I WANT to be loved but I also push people away. >_>

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      • It’s a hallmark of disorganized attachment – you (in the general sense) want to be loved but don’t feel it is safe so every time you get closer to it it gets scary even though it’s what you want

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      • That’s interesting. I think I might have read that before…. It has made me wonder if I have Borderline Personality Disorder sometimes because of how the symptoms are very similar…. Yeah, that feeling of vulnerability, surrendering yourself to someone else and be at their mercy…. I pull back because of that. It’s easier to say that nobody loves me than to be vulnerable.

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      • I didn’t realize how hard until I totally trusted A – and then a large part of me has become very adamant that this is the worst idea we have ever had. I couldn’t even speak to her by the end of last session

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      • Ugh… I feel ya there because now I feel like I don’t want to talk to S again either after I told him about my creeping. I’m at a vulnerable place of trust, like you… It’s so annoying that we have such defenses.

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      • My critical voice assaulted me out of nowhere after being quiet for years. And assaulted A (in my head) as a running narrative – to the point where I couldn’t hear her over it.

        I left that session completely disconnected and every email I’ve sent since has been met with this internal shame spiral. It only calmed when I wrote it a letter and still I don’t know what it will do when we talk to her tomorrow

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      • Wow… You must’ve felt very threatened for your critical voice to emerge like that… Perhaps you should bring the letter to the session? I hope that’ll help. It’s so difficult to navigate relational issues, especially when it comes to the therapeutic relationship!

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  3. This is powerful and beautiful. I’m so glad that A was there for you, when you let go.
    I had a similar feeling of “letting go” during the hypnosis – it was a combination between the “letting go” you describe, and being possessed by a traumatic force that was absolute hell. And T was not there. And I’m still struggling with that.
    You have a gem in A. Hold her close. You’re doing great work and I’m so proud of you ❤ ❤ ❤

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    • Lily this comment really really helped me today. Thank you. She really was there, I never thought she would be as there as she was – I think I always expected I either wouldn’t let go, or I she would be there very mirror-style.

      I absolutely lost it and she was there, and there’s a part of me that is really triggered by that right now… But thank you for reminding me of the grateful part.

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  4. Echo what everyone else already said – this is so inspiring and lovely to read. Such intense work, such bravery and strength. So glad you had this experience, and let yourself trust and be held.

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  5. I am so happy for you for this moment and that it happened in such a way that you can say “it was perfect” to different aspect of it. I understand that feeling of uncertainty in this unchartered territory. It’s very surreal. It’s ok though. It is weird…but it gets better as you learn the new feelings.

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    • Thank you TS. It was incredibly intense and yet very connecting… I honestly didn’t think I was going to live through it but also couldn’t stop it from happening.

      I am so glad you find my writing helpful, I will continue – Xx

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    • Thank you. I feel reallllly tender this morning but also so light and weirdly different.

      I am so grateful to A right now… she really did everything I needed and witnessed me through it.

      I honestly thought I was going to die.

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      • The tenderness makes sense, and it sounds like it’s the good kind of different.
        I don’t blame you for that, I would think that as well. And that’s weird, because logically I know emotions won’t kill us, but when you’re in the middle of it, logic goes out the window.

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      • I just can’t wrap my mind around doing that again – so I’m trying not to think about it. I’m trying to be mindful and sleep a lot (got 9 hours last night), and care for myself.

        I can’t stop smiling when I look myself in the eyes in the mirror but at the same time there is this underlying grief and sadness for what was lost, for the fact that nobody could do that for me before, for all that didn’t happen because I was so scared… And I’m aware of that and mindful, because that will surface eventually.

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      • I would imagine the next time would be easier, though I have no basis for making that claim. It just seems that way because you’ll know what to expect.
        It sounds like you’re starting to trust yourself, with makes me really happy. Just continue to be mindful of the grief and sadness. Those are valid feelings. You didn’t have that need met before, and all of a sudden it was met yesterday, which I’d imagine might be slightly shocking on some level? I think I’d be slightly shocked.

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      • I am shocked. And numb. I think that’s the best way to describe it. Shocked and a little wary that she’s about to pull the rug out from under me.

        You’re right, I have never had that need met before, and man, I am suddenly cognizant of so many other layers to my experience.

        I also have this sense of longing for that moment back, even though it was so incredibly painful, I want that moment where it ended and I felt held, back.

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      • Right, you just had this really vulnerable experience and you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. I don’t think it will, though. I like A and I don’t think she will do that.
        You want that connection and care back, not necessarily the pain. I’m curious about that connection between the intense pain and being held. You might not have that connection yet, and this is probably just the counselor part of my mind thinking about how our perception of pain changes when someone is there with us like A was with you.

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      • I don’t think it will either.

        I needed the pain witnessed – I am under the assumption that that part of me isn’t valuable and isn’t worth it. And she witnessed it and is still there.

        I am torn between the elation that part of me feels at being able to express itself and this overwhelming sadness

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      • That makes sense to me, needing to be seen and know that your emotions matter. And, yes, to know she is still there. I think I’d need to know that too.
        Let me ask you this: even in feeling those contradicting emotions, is it better than how you felt yesterday or before?

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      • I was happy to feel that way in answer to your question.

        Honestly, it’s very uncertain. It’s very precarious – I feel like I could go either way right now. Like every choice matters a lot more than normal. Also like I’m kind of losing a piece of who I am. But, it overall feels way more real

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      • Right, it’s new so it’s uncertain. And you are losing a piece of you: the part that bottled stuff up and didn’t feel, for protective reasons. But you’re uncovering this new part of you that was locked away for so long. And that is scary and it magnifies everything.

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    • Thank you 🙂

      It is not easy.. those buried emotions wanted to see the light but a whole part of me was incredibly upset about it. I have literally never felt like that before and thought I was going to die.

      Which I guess seems silly but when your emotions have been trapped inside of you for so long, maybe that’s a normal thing.

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      • I completely know what you mean–the intensity seems like something you can’t survive. But then, when you let it happen, you DO survive, which is also a really powerful experience. It is normal, of course it is. That’s what happens from trauma.

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