Once upon a time
Nov. 26th, 2019 09:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootEight years ago this morning I was in a police station.
Eight years ago last night I was fighting for my life.
My whole world changed, but that is not why I am writing this.
My husband presented me with a bottle of bubbly to celebrate what he called 'Debbie Victory Day.' DV Day. Best not get those initials mixed up.
And I had forgotten all about the date. There was no needle in my head, no anxiety, no sudden clutching at my heart, not a single PTSD symptom. This would suggest to me that on the conscious level at least, there is a lot of serious healing happening. For sure I have had some symptoms recently and I need to be aware of those, but they could result from underlying memory of the time, and even general stress triggers.
Point is that the date passed by me unknown and marked only by R's decision to celebrate me still being here.
I find myself alive and delighted!
Eight years ago last night I was fighting for my life.
My whole world changed, but that is not why I am writing this.
My husband presented me with a bottle of bubbly to celebrate what he called 'Debbie Victory Day.' DV Day. Best not get those initials mixed up.
And I had forgotten all about the date. There was no needle in my head, no anxiety, no sudden clutching at my heart, not a single PTSD symptom. This would suggest to me that on the conscious level at least, there is a lot of serious healing happening. For sure I have had some symptoms recently and I need to be aware of those, but they could result from underlying memory of the time, and even general stress triggers.
Point is that the date passed by me unknown and marked only by R's decision to celebrate me still being here.
I find myself alive and delighted!
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