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Oh crud. My heart is beating like a gerbil's and I think that if I tried to stand my knees would give. I honestly want to faint.
What brought this on?
Simple. I took Teacher's advice (okay, order...) to heart and made a phone call. To a local organization that works solely with survivors of sexual violence. According to Teacher, this place has T's that know how to handle my boatload of suppressed memories, T's that can help me deal with the shards of my past that keep trying to surface. She spoke really highly of them, and told me in as many words that this is where I need to be.
Teacher has never lied to me. More to the point, she's a highly intelligent, extremely artistic woman who oozes charisma...who also is a survivor. She's walked the walk she's teaching me. If Teacher says that I (a highly intelligent, extremely artistic woman who oozes charisma...who is also a survivor) would benefit from the services this place offers, chances are I will.
So I made the call. Had my words all sorted out and ready to go. Rehearsed enough to feel confident(ish), forced myself to breathe and smile (you really can tell over the phone!) and dialed.
And got voicemail. Yikes! I didn't plan for having to leave a message at the tone! Fortunately, I've done enough work on the phone that basic messages don't require much thought. "Hi, this is Copper, I was wanting to look into getting services with your organization. You can reach me at ###-####. Thanks and I look forward to hearing from you."
Click.
Shake. My stomach is turning cartwheels...but I did it. I made the call. I took the first step on what I hope will be a road toward deeper healing.
Can I go faint now???
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