So, I've read that dance is a good way to get trauma out of the system. I love to dance anyway. I took a class last night and while learning dance steps, troubling thoughts came to the surface. As I looked in the mirror I could see my countenance change. All of the sudden dancing became a chore. I found this very interesting because this has never happened before. I haven't always had this new brain before. Every thought was about security. I kept looking at the door. I kept looking at the people. My brain was working overtime. I left exhausted and not full of passion. A bummer.
So I've decided to continue to dance. Thoughts or not. It's about restoration. PTSD is battle, but life is worth the fight.