Dear Readers,

I’ve been working with a somatic therapist for nearly a year. I started shortly after my last breakup. I felt that therapy (at least of the CBT variety) completely fucked me over. As a multiple trauma survivor, I needed something different—something that paid specific attention to the body. That’s where somatics came in.

I’ve learned a lot of cool things in doing this type of therapy, and just this week, I learned more (and talked more) about the disdain I have for my hyper-vigilance. My therapist reminded me that my hyper-vigilance is there to protect me; mine is just a bit over-correcting. I have lived the majority of my life in this state of anticipatory grief/fear/anxiety. I truly do not remember a time that I didn’t.