For my homework this week I was to draw a picture of my trauma.  I drew a picture of my perfect home and even framed it.  Then I shattered the glass.  The picture was just a little stick figure house with a tree and even a smiling sun.  It had beautiful purple flowers lining the front of the house.  It felt so good to shatter the glass.  Even my kids got into the action. 

I took my picture to show Jade.  He asked if I regressed a little back into being a child.  I did, but it was good.  He then stated that it looks and sounds like, not only do I need to heal from the trauma but I need to grieve the loss of my perfect childhood. 

As I have pondered on my session, it makes me want to cry.  We talked about my child hood, the negative rules and negative messages that I received.