Terrifying memory released

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I feel confident in who I am and why I am here. I am a potter I am a good mother and person to be with. I love myself. I’m flexible wise and learning. I am stepping into authenticity. (Feet planted firmly on the ground)

Memory:

Mom scratched almost all the skin off of her legs in liver desease & Morphine withdrawal. 1998-2007. She would shout and scream in suffering. 

I couldn’t do anything to help her. It was loud walking up stairs, getting in a chair. Screaming. Chills and sweating. There was always an excuse (usually me and brother) to go upstairs and lay down. “I need to go put my feet up!” “SARAH! You’re slow as molasses!”

She would shout “give me the MICKEY!” “Now!!!!”

It was a Mickey Mouse plastic back scratcher with plastic fingers.

Everywhere itchy. Everywhere agitated. She’d scratch all over. Her leg skin was raw and gone. Neosporin

Was a daily thing. And Tums. 

She started everyday with hazelnut coffee in one hand and a Lemon Thera flu in the other. All day it was TUMS. Plastic powdery drink mix cups. Lemon crystal lite were half open everywhere. She smelled powdery chalky.

I hate remembering this memory! I dislike Disney anyway. Blech! Mickey back scratcher from HELL!

This came up today.

I’d like to release that. 

I can see it but it doesn’t cause me pain. It’s there but I can let it go now. 

*heart point Accupuncture 


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