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Two weeks passed quickly.
Tina still preferred to self-isolate at home.
(Author’s note – just writing that sentence made me chuckle given the current situation….ok, sorry… carry on)
Earlier this week, she realized she wasn’t as tired as she was before and started running again, a little frustrated that she was not able to run the distance she could before. As always, running offered her a peaceful escape, a way to think and process the intensive therapy she was undergoing.
With time off of work she asked Eloise if she could increase her sessions to twice a week and so every Tuesday and Thursday, she ventured out to sit and cut open her soul for examination. Or at least that was the way it felt. The focus was on her past, what it was like growing up in the Kennard household and how that shaped the adult she is now.
Eloise felt strongly that any problems Tina was having now were rooted in her family history and the interpersonal dynamics she learned growing up.
Uncover the childhood lessons you learned about relationships, about how to treat people and discover why you do what you do now, Eloise would say.
It was hard work, Tina cried often and hard. She frequently felt wrung out after her sessions, her nerves exposed. It was like lancing an infection, the more she talked about her past, the more toxins were released from her energy. Which was good. But, fuck it hurt.
Eloise told her to practice self-care when at home, sleep when she was tired and to try and get outside at least once a day. Take baths, cook if she felt like it, garden.
It was difficult on Bette as well. Tina was jumpy, sensitive, quiet. She slept a lot or would lay down with her eyes closed… not sleeping… just disconnected. Bette worried and did her best to manage the household and provide a safe place for Tina to land. She tried to be present, available when needed.
Bette resumed her own daily yoga and meditation routines. More and more Tina would come and sit near her, especially when she went through her yoga poses. It was calming, she told Bette, there was a peace about the movements Bette did that flowed to Tina as well. She would read or stretch while Bette went on.