“Perhaps the biggest tragedy of our lives is that freedom is possible, yet we can pass our years trapped in the same old patterns…We may want to love other people without holding back, to feel authentic, to breathe in the beauty around us, to dance and sing. Yet each day we listen to inner voices that keep our life small.”
Tara Brach, Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life With the Heart of a Buddha

My last session (number 35) of TMS (transcranial magnetic stimulation) was on Friday 07/07/17.  I am really glad that I was fortunate and privileged enough to be able to receive this treatment due to insurance and a very flexible boss (THANK YOU INGRID!).  I can’t say that I am completely better and that it’s made a huge difference, but I think it’s definitely helped.  When I am in a bad place it’s really hard to remember my good days and when I’m in a good place it’s hard to remember how low and dark I can get.  In order to keep track of how TMS has affected me overall and on a daily basis,  I kept a log everyday with: the date, appointment number, medications taken that day, symptoms/ side effects, mood (1-10) before TMS and after, number of appointments each day (including TMS), activity done during TMS, and blood pressure and heart rate.  I am really glad I used this log everyday and included all of these categories, as it’s hard to keep track of it all.

What I noticed after 2 weeks (10 sessions) was that it felt like the wet heavy blanket of depression was lifting up and not weighing as heavy on my shoulders.  I had to take a good look at my log and my everyday activities to really determine how it was helping due to the fact that I have PTSD in conjunction with my depression.  The experience with TMS made it easier to separate the depression from the PTSD because the depression lessened, but my PTSD symptoms have remained.  This sounds like a bad thing, but actually it was quite helpful because I am aware now of the work I need to do and how PTSD affects my life separately from the depression.  I was able to tell that my depression had lifted because I have been walking the dog a lot more, I’ve had some good days and had that awareness, I’ve been upping my game on my appearance such as nicer clothing, wearing makeup, and blow drying my hair.  I’ve been more active with my social life and making plans with friends.  I’ve had more energy, which has enabled me to cook dinner and keep up more with the house.  There have only been a few nights since the end of May in which I have had to take sleeping pills (the first time in over three years!),  and I have been thinking more about my future and career goals again.  I knew that when I was looking back into pre-requisites and Occupational Therapy programs that I was definitely feeling better.  I have not made any decisions, but the fact that I am investigating is huge.

I wrote these two first paragraphs over three weeks ago and since then life has been extremely stressful, which has affected my anxiety and sleep.  My wife’s car was totaled on 07/09/2017 due to another driver being on his cell phone and thankfully she was not seriously hurt.  That is the silver lining. Pearly White, on the other hand was decimated and dealing with the other driver’s insurance has been a nightmare.  The added stress of being down one car, having to buy another car, dealing with his insurance company and ours, and ultimately taking on a car payment unexpectedly (Pearly had been bought with cash and we were going to keep her until her wheels fell off) has increased my anxiety level as a whole and brought sleepless nights and use of sleeping pills I had previously- proudly stopped needing.  Although I have been triggered by this huge event and other minor instances since stopping TMS, I can say that the heavy fog of depression has mostly stayed away.

This has lead to some serious work in therapy now that we are not trying to remedy the depression and keep it at bay.  Since the depression has lifted I have had longer and more intense flashbacks of the rape I endured as a 4 year old.  We’ve also been dealing with my ever present and immense feelings of shame and my relationship with my father. These have been very difficult sessions and I often feel like I have been hit by a truck the next day and have difficulty adjusting my emotions the night of.  Although these sessions are difficult and highly distressing, I think that it’s necessary (unfortunately, because if I could keep trying to avoid this- I DEFINITELY would).  We have not decided to work on these things in sessions, rather my body seems to be telling us that we must.  It actually amazes me how the simple act of focusing on my breath or closing my eyes brings on these crazy body memories and flashbacks during therapy.  I get mad at myself because they seem to come out of nowhere and it’s not like my therapist and I are specifically talking about the trauma or anything.  Because I get mad at myself, my feelings of shame increase, which seem to be the trigger for these flashbacks- and thus a cycle ensues.

Yesterday in therapy we were discussing kindness or compassion, and my therapist asked me to close my eyes and imagine people who I feel safe with.  Before I closed my eyes, I had the foreboding feeling that a flashback was in my near future, and as soon as I closed my eyes the familiar body sensations started and I was triggered immediately.  Once I told my therapist what was happening, she asked me what I was feeling and I told her that my critic was out in full force.  She asked me what it was saying and I told her, which lead to talking about growing up with my father (since he is basically the critical voice in my head) and soon after starting to speak about him I could feel myself leaving my body in a dissociative haze.  My dissociations have been different lately, it was like I was looking at my arms knowing that they were my arms, but feeling like that was not really my body and that those arms did not belong to me. If that makes any sense. It’s hard to explain. I’ve also started getting paralyzed (literally unable to move) when this happens, which totally freaks me out too. Usually I just numb out when I dissociate and the unwanted feelings go away.  This time and during the last therapy session it was like I was actually leaving my body.  I felt the sensation like I was falling away and that it was possible that I could go away from myself completely.  It’s a very unnerving feeling and makes me question reality.

This post was initially going to only be about TMS, but as usual, when I start writing I don’t know that I have a lot more to say.  I am including a video/podcast from Tara Brach that my therapist encouraged me to watch at the bottom of this post.  I found it pretty helpful as it relates to trauma and healing. One of my favorite quotes from the video is, “Those who are wounded in relationship, need relationship to heal.”  I think there is a lot of truth in that even though being in authentic relationships feel terrifyingly vulnerable and being rejected is my ultimate fear.