Schema-therapy Part 2

I’m just going to be completely honest and tell you I’m feeling extremely emotional and scared about my upcoming session this afternoon.

Last week I was left feeling drained after my first session of schema-therapy and rescripting (link in previous post).  During the session I closed my eyes and found my safe place first, then my therapist introduced herself as my “saviour ” to be there for the “young Ms Eve” when she needs someone to stand up for her. We went back to a time in my life when I was under the age of 10 and I spoke about a time in my life that upset me. This is where I got very emotional 😭. My therapist would also ask if young Ms Eve needed a hug or to be picked up or to hold her hand. Of course, my therapist remains in her chair, these offers of comfort are just suggestive.

I cried and my body shook with all these past emotions coming to the surface. You know these feelings are there and you just think you’ve gotten over the past, but you just don’t realise that you haven’t really forgiven and forgotten things that happened. When you go back to those times it HURTS! 

The idea of the session is to go back to a time when a particular event happened. To speak as you were then , in a present tense. Then the therapist asks what help you’d like, to talk to whoever caused this pain, to comfort you, to take you to a place that you feel safe etc… rescripting your reaction essentially. 

At first it was weird for me, but after talking about it and hearing the therapist speak up for me , I started to feel calm.

I totally recommend this form of therapy if something in your past triggers hurt, insecurities, anxiety, fear etc…

I guess I’m fearful of getting so emotional during my sessions and not getting past the triggers. 

I hope I’ve made some sense. 😊

E.

Loss of any kind is hard…

In the past couple of hours I heard that a wonderful , beautiful young woman who followed her dreams has passed away.

I worked with her before she left the airline industry to pursue her dream of being an Interior Designer. I was so proud of her when she told me she got the job at a well known firm(and I’ll admit, a little jealous). Even though you wouldn’t call us friends, more colleagues with an interest that bonded us. I have been truly rocked by the devastating news of her passing.

To have your life taken so quickly and without warning. To your family and your new husband, I am truly sorry for your loss. You were the most beautiful soul . RIP Yx

Real love?

On Wednesday I had a lovely girls day with my friend P. We had a South American lunch with Sangria, then went to my local cafe for coffee and cake. Lots of girly chats and laughs. Later in the afternoon we sat in my kitchen and had a cuppa before P set off home. 

I messaged my bf and he called back on Skype, it cut out. I thought it was strange because usually when he knows I’m with a friend, he prefers that I’m not rude and msg or call him when I’m supposed to be paying attention to them.

After P left , I called my bf on Skype. I asked him why he tried calling while P was here, he said he wanted to say hi and that I should invite her and her bf for dinner sometime. He’d never mentioned meeting my friends before and it surprised me… my heart filled with love for him . 

At about 9pm I had this overwhelming urge to send my bf a message of how much I love him and I got very emotional writing it. I felt like he needed to know how I felt.

Half an hour later he called me and he was in excruciating pain… kidney stone. My baby was in so much pain and in a different country and I couldn’t help. He needed me…

He is feeling better now and continuing his holiday in Greece. I’ve never felt this way before.

I just wish my anxiety wouldn’t get in the way…

E.

I love Skype…

As you know my man is in Greece with his son on their big adventure. I miss him very much…

But, we are so lucky these days with wifi and Skype etc. I just video chat with him in an ancient town Monemvasia . I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I’m so happy they are having fun as father and son… even though I miss him and he wishes I was there, I would feel like I’m cutting into their yearly tradition. It’s important for sons to have that one on one time with their father. 

I’m no longer selfish like I was when I was younger. I would have resented a partners child . Now, I love that my bf loves his son very much and wants to be with him, that makes him a special man.

E.

Ms Eve loves to cook…

Carrot and walnut muffins sweetened with dates.


Ms Eve’s Moussaka 

Inspired by my bf being in Greece 🇬🇷 


I really love cooking, I’ve always been very experimental in the kitchen and get inspiration from dishes. That I then go and make up my own recipes. I should write down what I put in but most of the time I don’t measure anything, I just go by what I know tastes good.

I guess I get so busy while cooking , I forget about everything else going on in my head.

E.

I’m a little lost at the moment…

I feel lonely…

I realise my man is right when he says I can’t be with myself for long.

Last night I took my man and his son to the airport, to start their epic adventure. As soon as I got home and went to bed I noticed how empty the bed was. I started to miss him and they hadn’t even boarded the plane yet.

I await his messages, I want to sleep and I want to eat really bad food … lovesick 🙄.

5 more weeks…

What am I going to do?

Ms Eve is discovering she loves her man more than she ever thought she would ever love anyone.

E.

I am strong…

Next week I am taking my man and his son to the airport to see them off on there Greek adventure. 

I’m excited for them, but I will miss my bf terribly. I am a much stronger, mature woman now and I’m so happy that they can go explore another country. If all goes well and bf finds what he is looking for there then we will go back there together later in the year.

I love my man very much and more than anything want him to be happy 😊. In the past year I’ve learned that being selfish doesn’t make me happy, but seeing others happy helps me on my journey to true happiness. 

My love makes me happy.

E.