This session moved through waves of pain-focused imagery (mouths screaming, eyes, eruptions) alongside anxiety about doing it “right,” remembering enough, and letting go of control. When the visuals narrowed into darkness or an infinite tunnel, I kept returning to safety and self-love—“I am loved, I love myself”—as a steadying mantra and a way to trust my brain to do the work. The arc felt like practicing surrender: exhaling through fear, releasing some images, and choosing gentleness toward whatever hurt was asking for comfort.
IM Dose: 20mg | Listened to: Space sounds
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