My Safe Place

I went to therapy again today. Frances tried to explain EMDR to me. Somehow it unlocks the nervous system, which helps people with PTSD. Frances showed me a little gray box with two headphones attached. There are also wires that weave into two handles that vibrate in your hand when the box is turned on. The headphones make a light clicking noise alternating from ear to ear. We didn't work or talk about the accident at all today, because Frances said she wanted me to find a safe place and inner resources for me first, if I ever needed them. My safe place is a pink sandy beach. It is a magical place with turquoise waves, it's secluded and I am the only person standing there, in the middle of pink sand, carefree.