Did your high school use the “V – V-I – V-I-C-T-O-R-Y” chant at football games? Kind of corny, I know, and nowhere near what some of the immensely creative students are doing these days (like my nephew, say). But ya gotta work with what ya got.

I, apparently, have got no mas el spoons.

What the heck does that mean?

For those of you that haven’t heard the term spoons before, let me ‘splain. It came about in the chronic illness community as an illustration of what it meant to be chronically ill. Each day you wake up with a finite number of spoons. You can’t borrow or trade them, and when they’re gone, they’re gone.

Some of you know I am a child abuse survivor and have complex Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. And if you didn’t, now you do. The reason that’s relevant is that I’m working with a therapist on a new-to-me modality called EMDR: Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing. It’s an amazing treatment that uses emerging learnings from brain science and I have found it to be one of the single most effective ways of healing past traumas that I’ve ever tried.

We started a new “target,” or memory, about two weeks ago.

I didn’t realize how much work it was taking until I looked up and it’s already the 29th of April and I’d lost track not only of my own posts, but of our guest posts. So sorry!

So why is my post called Victory, then?

Because, my friends, some days it is a victory to accept where we are, stop and say “Oops,” and pick ourselves up to keep going. And that, friends, is what I’m doing today.

Resources

Find an EMDR therapist: https://www.emdria.org/find-an-emdr-therapist/