PTSD Treatment - Lyrics
Melissa-Jane Grant
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PTSD Treatment - Lyrics
14 просмотров · 10 дней назад
Melissa-Jane Grant
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14 просмотров · 10 дней назад
Lyrics:
Verse 1
PTSD is hard.
Some people don’t even know
what those four letters mean.
Post-Traumatic.
Stress.
Disorder.
Lucky them.
No trauma.
No flashbacks. No visions that are so horrible and should never have happened.
No alarms going off
inside your own body from war when there’s no fucking enemy
in the room anymore.
People told me,
“You’re safe now.”
Yeah.
One reminder and I was back there.
Back in the field. Back at war.
Back in those days.
Back in the fear. Powerless. The unknown. Shock.
Eyes searching
for the threat. Survival.
To leave
and still occupy
the ground inside my head. I hated it.
Pre-Chorus
Then somebody sat beside me
and said,
“You don’t have to do this alone.” I met a social worker kind and trained in PTSD. He said,
E.
M.
D.
R.
Eye Movement
Desensitisation
and Reprocessing. They make sure you are safe.
So I planted my boots
on the floor.
Watched the lights with someone safe and kind.
LEFT.
RIGHT.
LEFT.
RIGHT.
Back and forth.
And walked straight
into those horrible days.
I’d spent years
trying to escape but couldn’t. Bullied at work and they were haunting me and I was exhausted.
And this time with my memories, someone spoke to me, we spoke about what happened and I made a different choice. I looked at it with someone safe.
⸻
Chorus
EMDR worked for me.
I WENT BACK
BUT I DIDN’T GO ALONE.
Someone steady
sat beside me
while I faced
the memories
that used to scare me.
LEFT.
RIGHT.
BACK AND FORTH.
Coloured lights
across the room.
Weight in my hands.
Vibration against my skin.
NOT ANYMORE.
I could pause.
I could stop.
I could leave.
MY CHOICE.
I felt so angry. And I grieved.
Yeah—
I fucking cried.
Then something else came.
Freedom.
Verse 2
That’s what I learned
doing EMDR.
You can walk
back into the worst days of your life.
You can remember
the battlefield
I saw it all again.
But my boots
were in this room with someone safe.
Someone trained
was beside me.
LEFT.
RIGHT.
BACK AND FORTH.
And slowly—
you got smaller.
Not what you did.
I saw it differently. I thought about my options, choices in that moment.
I survived
Chorus
EMDR worked for me.
I WENT BACK
BUT I DIDN’T GO ALONE.
Someone steady
sat beside me
while I faced
the memories
that used to scare me.
LEFT.
RIGHT.
BACK AND FORTH.
Coloured lights
across the room.
Weight in my hands.
Vibration against my skin.
NOT ANYMORE.
I could pause.
I could stop.
I could leave.
MY CHOICE.
I felt so angry. And I grieved.
Yeah—
I fucking cried.
Then something else came.
Freedom.
Bridge
EMDR helped me but everyone is different.
Each trauma is unique. Just make sure you find someone safe.Feel it in your body. Your instincts know.
Chorus
EMDR worked for me.
I WENT BACK
BUT I DIDN’T GO ALONE.
Someone steady
sat beside me
while I faced
the memories
that used to scare me.
LEFT.
RIGHT.
BACK AND FORTH.
Coloured lights
across the room.
Weight in my hands.
Vibration against my skin.
NOT ANYMORE.
I could pause.
I could stop.
I could leave.
MY CHOICE.
I felt so angry. And I grieved.
Yeah—
I fucking cried.
Then something else came.
Freedom.