Consider this your forewarning: I am taking a vacation.
My parents would drop me off and I'd walk in the door, smelling a strange (but wonderful) mixture of cinnamon, tea, freshly baked bread, and incense, even as I stood in the entryway of the kitchen.
The sound of your laughter as you played with me is ingrained in my memory, along with the song you sang: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."
In layman's terms, EMDR is a psychotherapy technique that helps address "traumatic" memories and reprogram thought and emotional responses to those memories in a shorter timeline than traditional psychotherapy.
It was fun, I enjoyed it, but I'm also glad it's over.
She might not be in a zombie apocalypse, but she at least knows to bite her bullet for her own good.
It's as if anything can happen, but nothing is happening yet. Rather like the calm before the storm except not as dooming.
I am the first one to admit that I am not very good at taking care of myself.
My partner's interest in music is pushing me to define what my taste in music is.