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I started EMDR because I wanted to reprocess a thought that’s followed me for a long time:

That I’m not good enough to be amongst my peers & somehow, everyone knows it.

You know… classic imposter syndrome. 🤍

My target memory was an easy one. Not dramatic. Not earth-shattering. Just something that felt safe enough to start with. 🌿

One of the first things my counselor said actually surprised me…she told me I have a really good memory. That in itself reminded me how much I do carry, even when I don’t realize it. All the details. All the moments. All the things I’ve quietly tucked away. ✨

During the session, memories started coming forward that honestly made no sense to me. I kept trying to connect dots, trying to understand why certain things were popping up. But my counselor gently reminded me not to analyze it — just let it happen. 🫶

Easier said than done.

What surprised both of us was how many good memories showed up. She even mentioned she was surprised by that, too. It felt strange… because when you walk into something like EMDR, you kind of expect the heavy stuff to take center stage.

Instead, there were soft moments. Safe moments. Familiar feelings. 🩷🤍

I teared up a little (okay, more than a little 😅), but I was proud of myself for staying grounded and keeping my cool. 🫶✨

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I can absolutely see how EMDR therapy can be incredibly powerful for some people. I understand why people love it. Truly. 🤍

But for me? It didn’t feel especially helpful, at least not this time.

Part of me felt like I was doing it wrong.

Which… ironically… reinforced the exact belief I walked in with.

That familiar voice whispering: see? you don’t even heal correctly. 🥲

We were also short on time, so maybe that played a role. Maybe it deserves another try someday. I’m open to that. 🌱

But right now, I’m choosing to give myself grace. 🤍

Healing isn’t linear. Therapy doesn’t always feel transformative in the moment. Sometimes it just feels awkward. Sometimes confusing. Sometimes you walk away unsure what you were even supposed to get from it.

And that’s okay.

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I’m learning that showing up counts. Trying counts. Being honest about how something feels counts. 🫶

Even when it doesn’t give you the clarity you hoped for.

And maybe the real work isn’t about doing everything perfectly, maybe it’s about reminding ourselves that we already belong… even on the days we feel like imposters. 🩷🤍✨

If you’re navigating EMDR therapy, imposter syndrome, or those quiet “not good enough” thoughts you’re not alone. 🩷🤍

I see you. 🫶

I am you. 🩷