Posted Sept. 14, 2021, 9:38 p.m. by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Find the Grace (Tag Sair)
Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in Find the Grace (Tag Sair)
Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Find the Grace (Tag Sair)
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Revna nodded with a genuine but slight smile. “Thank you Sair, and please call me Revna.” She walked over to the replicator and stared at it for long moments, unsure of what she wanted. So many things reminded her of other memories, good memories, memories that were unrelated to her night terrors. Taste and smell were two of the strongest triggers for memory. And those memories at the moment made her want to be anywhere else but here. Eventually she ordered hot apple cider. She felt cold and even though it was simply psychological the warmth of the cup in her hands was welcome.
She moved over to sofa and sat, legs curled up underneath her and leaned back into the corner. She inhaled the scent of the cider and blew across it before taking a sip. “I’m having trauma induced night terrors. It’s not a new symptom but they’ve increased over the last two weeks. Before it was once a week, even every two weeks, but it’s been several times a week.”
Revna McKenzie
Sair let Revna take her time getting settled and once again chided herself for expecting something other than what she got. Of course Revna got right down to business. She had suspected as much before the woman arrived. But the simple admission heartened her since Sair knew that if things were offered easily like that then they could get into the nitty gritty that much more easily.
“What do you think has triggered the increase in frequency?” Songz asked simply.
~Sair Songz, CNS
Revna sighed, not a frustrated or resigned sound but…knowing. Knowing that if she could pin point the cause on her own she could address the real issue. Knowing that the healing wasn’t going to be easy. Knowing that despite being honest and willing and accepting of the need to be patient and not therapist, she was hiding the reason from herself, even though intellectually she didn’t want to. “I’m not sure. I have spent a great deal if time thinking about it, but I either simply don’t see the connection or my psyche is unwilling to let me see it.” She sipped the cider shaking her head. How many patients had she helped accept the fact that sometimes the mind lied to itself to protect their sanity or their hearts? “Last night I think it was triggered by my physical therapy. It was a rough session, I was in a lot of pain after. Pain where I had been injured and I was short of breath for quite awhile afterwards. Even before I fell asleep the memories were present and loud.”
McKenzie, DA
Sair nodded slowly, taking in not only Revna’s words, but the way she spoke them too. “Can you recall the first moment you actively realized that you were being triggered by something and that it was impacting you. And if so, how long ago was that. I’m not talking from the original trauma, but recently.”
~Sair Songz, CNS
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