I know it's late, but here's a tidbit for your Tuesday. :)
Copyright 2014 Molly O'Sullivan
I was in a bad car
accident when I was ten. My whole family was in our van and my
parents put all of us kids in trauma counseling. I remember sitting
on the couch with my sister, Valerie, as she recounted all of the
horrible things she'd been seeing in her dreams since the accident.
The lady, Gail was her name I think, asked me what I remembered
seeing and it was the strangest thing because all I could truly
remember was driving along and then suddenly looking over and seeing
my sister with blood and glass all over her face. Gail said that my
mind was keeping me from seeing bad things in my dreams and that was
what our brains sometimes did to defend themselves. To my mind,
blood, glass, and my screaming sister were bad enough. Later, I
overheard Gail telling my mother that once I was older I might want
to see another therapist who could help me draw those bad thoughts
out of my mind so I could have closure with my trauma.
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