EMDR 4, I think
Today’s result, after realizing the funky prone face-down pointy Oscar mannequin in white light, and then me viewing it from the feet-end, aka the sink & mirror part of the room, was my brain taking a break:
I made a mistake.
I told him to stop.
A better person would have stopped.
Enveloped by “Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters” and the splendid mandolin, so distracting I don’t know the words.
Pretty big step in the right direction. I’m tired.