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Stopped in my tracks. Bridge closed

and I thought I was already on the other side

a view from the rollercoaster

raw. open. exposed. come on in

#veryhumanrollercoaster #traumarecovery

Stopped in my tracks

I’ve walked miles and I was so certain I had already crossed the bridge and was starting to skip to freedom on the other side.

And then the therapist tried to make me accountable to myself.

And put up the fight for me that I won’t.

And yeeeeeeeeeK!


barricaded with my fear

The funny thing is, I took this pic yesterday as part of the #veryhumanartwalk prompt: “lines”. But it felt deeper than that in the moment. And so I held onto it. Now I understand why. At the time I felt like I wanted to do some art response to it. Perhaps I need to? I also took picks of the “line” shadows on the “line” of the bridge. I will save the bridge pics until I really feel convinced I can cross it.

Apparently I am not at all walking in any semblance of a line.

I’m backtracking in cleverly disguised circles and squiggles.

Desperately trying cling to an old truth someone else constructed for me

And the therapist is working right beside me

We are building a new bridge, my bridge to me

She guides

And I thought …

…and …


And now I feel … the shock.

And shock will come with aftershocks


I’m ready

And I will learn from all of them

Each of them

And then step forward again.

In a line?

Possibly not.

But forward at least.

Thank you world around me for speaking a truth I was denying.

Glad I tuned in.

The therapist says the bridge is strong. It can more than hold my weight.

I have no hard hat


This week I will work my hardest towards changing this sign.


barricade removed

Writing and photo by Kendall

How was this Art Therapy for Self?

Feeling shocked after a very revealing therapy session. This photo, taken yesterday, gave me the visual expression and representation of what I am feeling and has helped me begin to process it. Writing decluttered and gave voice to my thoughts.


How to join: please come in

Many many days we feel alone or lost or just utterly discombobulated (fave word). Other days we feel like we are awash with wisdom or insight or hope. It's a rollercoaster alright!

Probably the most vital thing for us on our journey is that we are not travelling alone. We have the world's most magnificent friends, access to amazing therapy and a whole lot of serendipity of perhaps divine intervention?

I don't know about you, but rollercoasters all alone are no fun. So let's share the ride - the more the merrier, as "they" say (who are "they" anyway? This time "they" are right).

So here's where we share openly and authentically and expose ourselves with all our bits and pieces. At first we wanted to title this section "hanging out the dirty laundry" but then we realised it wasn't dirty, it was just life.

So please, journey with us. Let's hold one another and find encouragement in togetherness as we go Doooooown and UP. Because we always do. Smile

Same as always, follow along, add your own, riff off ours.

If you're feeling brave, post your versions in our comment feed so others can be inspired too. Or upload to your own social media (be sure to use our hashtags - #veryhumanrollercoaster - so we can find each other). Either way, make sure to comment on posts by others and encourage one another as we find new voices.

The only rules are: RESPECT!

See you in there!

Leonora et al​

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