Wasn’t feeling emotionally great today. But didn’t really know why. I just felt unmotivated to do anything. I’ve either slept or sat on the sofa staring aimlessly at my phone.
And then I decided to draw. At first I drew a cute flower.
But then I moved on and allowed the child parts to speak and I was surprised what ended on the page.
Two little girl describing how the were feeling.
” My tummy is crying” and “My heart is sad”.
Poor little girls. But drawing seemed to help them a bit or helped me or helped all of us, who knows.
And a final picture was drawn to depict a young part who turned up in the therapy room on Saturday whilst using the dissociative experiences cards.
Holly is 4. She told me her name on Saturday morning whilst I was lying awake in bed. She said her name and counted out 4 fingers for her age.
She came out in therapy. And was utterly delighted to have found a way to speak.
So that’s my day. Drawing drawing drawing and not much else.