Today's therapy session.

I only managed to sleep for three hours last night. Still, I managed to get myself out of bed and ready for therapy this afternoon.

Today, my therapist and I spoke about another traumatic event in my life which is a huge contributing factor to my PTSD and she told me that even though she was trained not to share her opinions because it's not part of her job, what happened wasn't my fault. I showed her a few of my blog posts from last week, discussed my safety plan that's in place whenever I feel like taking my own life and my commitment to recovery. She told me she's proud of me for continuing to go to therapy despite the thought of leaving the house making me feel sick.

She brought up the possibility of me trying EMDR (Eye movement desensitization and reprocessing) last week and after researching it, I came to the conclusion that it sounds like it'll be beneficial for me. I told her this afternoon and she said she'll talk to the woman who deals with all of the therapy about it again and get back to me during the next session.

Just before I left, she gave me a letter about our work together so far which acknowledged my progress and hard work. I really don't think I've progressed but it's nice to be told that I have anyway.