I was supposed to meet my father tomorrow. We booked the 28th on the 11th as our day together. And he just cancelled on me today.
I was going to talk to him about EMDR, about dissociative disorders, about how that wedding reception video reminded me of my abuse -- but he bailed on me. Scheduling conflict.
I am truly on my own. The EMDR frontier is mine alone to face.
"There is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces... even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar." -- from Moby-Dick