Friday, November 8, 2019
Free Essays on The Healing Bridge
I think it all began during the January of 1999, just 18 and recently married to a guy 10 years older; I was inexperienced and scared. Being brought up in a protected environment, I was suddenly thrown into a situation where I had to take upon a lot of responsibility. My husband expected a lot from me and I was not going to be able to fulfill his aspirations. Sensing his unhappiness I felt blamable but helpless. I was in a new place, a new culture with a person whom Iââ¬â¢d known just for a week. Thatââ¬â¢s when the pain started... Back then I just knew that I would like to get the pain taken care of, so I kept going to different doctors and they kept trying different procedures, tests and medications. Drugs would help, but only temporarily. Then the pain would manifest again in another way, in a new form, but in a different area of my body. Eventually I was ready to really dig into what was going on with this pain in my body. It was then that I realized that there were some very significant aspects of my physical problems, that I had not been aware of before, clearly involved my emotions, and also who I am. This awareness entirely changed my perception of myself. One morning I came in for my usual appointment of therapy. The therapist started to loosen up my body, beginning with the head and neck and upper spine. He was holding my upper body and rolling it around when all of a sudden something happened inside of me. Some really big jolt occurred. I felt it physically, it was a very deep pain in my abdomen, very low in the pelvic area, and it just ripped through my body. And there was a really intense emotional content to it. It shook me up. I donââ¬â¢t know how to describe itâ⬠¦ it was just so powerful. I was sort of in a daze while I went through the rest of that session. All I could tell him was, ââ¬Å"It hurts!â⬠After the appointment I went out to my car and I just sat there and wailed. All afternoon, I just sat there. I co... Free Essays on The Healing Bridge Free Essays on The Healing Bridge I think it all began during the January of 1999, just 18 and recently married to a guy 10 years older; I was inexperienced and scared. Being brought up in a protected environment, I was suddenly thrown into a situation where I had to take upon a lot of responsibility. My husband expected a lot from me and I was not going to be able to fulfill his aspirations. Sensing his unhappiness I felt blamable but helpless. I was in a new place, a new culture with a person whom Iââ¬â¢d known just for a week. Thatââ¬â¢s when the pain started... Back then I just knew that I would like to get the pain taken care of, so I kept going to different doctors and they kept trying different procedures, tests and medications. Drugs would help, but only temporarily. Then the pain would manifest again in another way, in a new form, but in a different area of my body. Eventually I was ready to really dig into what was going on with this pain in my body. It was then that I realized that there were some very significant aspects of my physical problems, that I had not been aware of before, clearly involved my emotions, and also who I am. This awareness entirely changed my perception of myself. One morning I came in for my usual appointment of therapy. The therapist started to loosen up my body, beginning with the head and neck and upper spine. He was holding my upper body and rolling it around when all of a sudden something happened inside of me. Some really big jolt occurred. I felt it physically, it was a very deep pain in my abdomen, very low in the pelvic area, and it just ripped through my body. And there was a really intense emotional content to it. It shook me up. I donââ¬â¢t know how to describe itâ⬠¦ it was just so powerful. I was sort of in a daze while I went through the rest of that session. All I could tell him was, ââ¬Å"It hurts!â⬠After the appointment I went out to my car and I just sat there and wailed. All afternoon, I just sat there. I co...
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