My Experience with EMDR

Trauma sits in a part of your soul you strive to keep silent, it lurks in moments of indecision and can suddenly derail you if the path forward gets foggy. Is there an answer? For me, there was.

Howdy Horn Honkers.

This one is gonna take a minute, so grab a cuppa or run for the hills.

Your choice, and whichever choice you make it’s the right one.

We all have those months of the year that are most evocative or poignant in our inner and outer world and August can be a weird month for me. I was born in August (howdy fellow Leos!) and it's my late husband John's birthday month as well.

We met one fine morning in August of 2003 and I will never forget that moment. It changed my life in an instant… and forever.

The anniversary of Katrina rolls around every August and for anyone who was there, forgetting is nigh impossible.

I lost my mum because of that storm.

She was injured in the hurricane and never really able to walk again and finally not at all. She died on the anniversary of the storm, giving the date that extra oomph of shock and sadness I didn’t really need.

Even without her injuries I'm not sure she would have survived. That storm broke her. For a long while it broke me too.

My experience is by far not the only sad story to come out of Katrina's widespread chaos and destruction.There’s still some 100 unidentified victims among the almost 2000 folks who lost their lives over seven states.

May we honour them all.

It’s been almost two decades since Katrina blew in and left so many lives, including my own, in shambles.

So how am I doing almost 20 years on?

I'm okay. More okay than you'd think, considering that Katrina was not my first trauma rodeo, and unfortunately she wasn’t my last.

Why am I doing okay?

EMDR.

May I explain?