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My Container

At the end of every EMDR session, my counselor and I put whatever trauma we were working on in a container.  It's a container in my mind, and I use it for the things that are getting in the way of my life.  It's built the same way that my memory chest was.  In order to properly build it in my mind, I got rid of things in the actual memory chest that did nothing but take up space.

I got rid of notes and letters from people that meant little or nothing to me. I got rid of old candles and toys. Everything left means something. It either directed me on my path, or is encouragement to continue.  The challenge that I'm left with is that I'm still carrying around all of these people that make my path harder. I've recently become obsessed with the Taylor Swift song I forgot that you existed.
My nephew called it a mean song, in the way that a 9 year old half listening to a song might call it mean, but his words pulled at me, made me annoyed, and made me think. These people that I carry with me, were at one point helpful to me, but I have doubts that they would be helpful for me now.  Sometimes, I have doubts that they were truly helpful for me before.  I carry around these memories of people that actually may have contributed to how small I feel and how small I sometimes try to make myself.

I think that these thoughts are a huge part of the connection that I made with Girl, Wash Your Face.

I have never read any other books by Rachel Hollis, but one of her books kept popping up in the books I should read.  I read this one not knowing that it would touch on a few different things in my container.  I'm glad that it did. 

I read Girl, Wash Your Face from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.  Rachel Hollis shares her story in a very honest way.  She shares her faith in a very true way that doesn't feel like reading sermon. She provides advise in the same way that Mindy Kaling does, by which I mean that women that write books about themselves often provide you a list of things that they wish they knew before they knew them and then tell you stories about why those lessons were important to them.  The book is intelligent, insightful and inspiring. Rachel Hollis is encouraging to the very person that the reader is and may become and I highly encourage reading her book. 


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