Prince Harry recently opened up about his journey with post-traumatic stress disorder following the loss of his mother, Princess Diana. In a candid discussion, he revealed his exploration of a groundbreaking therapy that helped him.
The therapy is called eye movement desensitization and reprocessing (EMDR) to address the debilitating effects of his anxiety attacks. This revelation offers a glimpse into the royal’s personal struggles and his proactive approach towards mental health care, shedding light on the significance of seeking innovative treatments of traumas.
In a video, Prince Harry can be seen undergoing EMDR therapy, where he taps his shoulders and moves his eyes rapidly. This therapy is relatively new and is used to treat PTSD. Prince Harry shared that he decided to try EMDR to deal with severe anxiety attacks he was experiencing.
Prince Harry mentioned that he was open to trying EMDR because of the therapy and work he had done over the years.
During a therapy session with UK-based psychotherapist Sanja Oakley, Prince Harry demonstrated how EMDR helped him feel better about returning home. He described feeling scared and helpless before, but the therapy helped him cope with those feelings.
Prince Harry’s openness about his experience with EMDR therapy sheds light on alternative treatments for post-traumatic disorder and mental health struggles. It shows that seeking help and trying different therapies can make a difference in managing mental health conditions.
EMDR is a therapy made in 1987 to help with emotional traumas. It’s a structured therapy where you think about a tough memory while moving your eyes back and forth. This helps lessen the strong feelings tied to the memory.
EMDR works on a theory called Adaptive Information Processing (AIP). It says that trauma sticks around because it hasn’t been dealt with properly. So, when something reminds you of the trauma, those memories can come back strongly.
Unlike other therapies that try to lessen your reaction to trauma, EMDR tries to change how your brain stores those tough memories. Sometimes, instead of eye movements, you might listen to alternating tones. Usually, EMDR happens once or twice a week for about six to 12 sessions. But it can vary depending on the person.
Benefits of EMDR therapy
- EMDR is a structured therapy and usually needs fewer sessions than ongoing therapies.
- You don’t have to keep going back to the tough memory for a long time.
- You don’t have to talk a lot about what happened to you.
- There’s no homework to do.
- EMDR doesn’t try to change your thoughts and beliefs.
Disadvantages of EMDR therapy
- While EMDR is known to help with PTSD, it hasn’t been studied as much for other mood or mental health problems.
- If you’re avoiding talking about a tough event, EMDR might not be the best choice. Other types of talk therapy might work better.
- EMDR can sometimes make you feel worse at the start of treatment. The person who created EMDR warns that this could be dangerous for people who have gone through really tough things.
The process of EMDR
EMDR is a structured process with eight phases, each aimed at helping you deal with traumatic memories:
- History taking: Discuss your past with the therapist to identify which memories to focus on.
- Preparation: Learn about EMDR and how the therapist will use bilateral stimulation.
- Assessment: Identify your negative and positive beliefs related to the trauma.
- Desensitization: Use bilateral stimulation while recalling the memory.
- Installation: Focus on positive beliefs while processing the memory.
- Body scan: Talk about how you feel emotionally and physically.
- Closure: Prepare for what may happen between sessions.
- Reevaluation: Assess your progress and decide if more sessions are needed.
As you go through EMDR, you may start feeling less overwhelmed by the trauma. It’s normal for other painful memories to surface, indicating that suppressed memories are being processed.
When grappling with deep emotional traumas, it’s crucial to seek out specialists who can provide the appropriate form of treatment tailored to your needs. Whether it’s EMDR therapy or other therapeutic approaches, finding the right professional can make a significant difference in your healing journey.
Preview photo credit Good Morning America / YouTube
I Opened My Mother-in-Law’s Christmas Gift & My Husband Kicked Her Out Because of It
Hosting Christmas for my in-laws was supposed to be a joyous affair, but the evening took a shocking turn when my mother-in-law gifted me something that left the entire room speechless. What started as festive cheer quickly spiraled into an unforgettable family showdown.
Christmas is supposed to be magical, right? A season of love, family, and giving. Well, this year, it turned into a drama-filled spectacle, starring none other than my mother-in-law, Judith. But before I get to the moment she completely blindsided me, let me give you some context about our… complicated relationship.
A thoughtful woman looking out the window | Source: Midjourney
I met my husband, Trent, three years ago, and we hit it off instantly. By then, he’d already been divorced from Rose, his ex-wife, for two years. Rose and I couldn’t be more different — she’s the elegant, always-poised type, and I’m more of the “let’s wear fuzzy socks to dinner” kind of girl. Trent said he loved that about me. I thought Judith, his mom, did too. At least, at first.
When I met Judith, she was warm and polite. I even thought we could be close someday.
A polite and warm-looking senior woman | Source: Midjourney
But as time passed, cracks began to show. Subtle, at first, things like “accidentally” calling me Rose.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Elle, I meant you! It’s just… you remind me so much of her,” she’d say with an apologetic smile that never quite reached her eyes.
“It’s okay,” I’d reply awkwardly, not sure how to take it.
Then the comments escalated.
“She always kept her house spotless,” Judith mentioned once during a visit, her gaze sweeping over my lived-in living room. “Rose used to say, ‘A tidy house is a tidy mind.’ You might want to try it—helps with stress.”
A woman smiles slyly while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
I bit my tongue, smiling stiffly. What could I even say? Judith’s tone was sweet, but the words stung. I told myself she just needed time to adjust. After all, I wasn’t the first daughter-in-law she’d had.
But her digs weren’t always so subtle. At one family dinner, she casually brought up a photo album of Trent and Rose’s wedding.
“I found this the other day,” she said, sliding it across the table. “Wasn’t she stunning? It’s no wonder the whole town thought they were the perfect couple.”
A photo album, wedding photos, and a camera lying on a white surface | Source: Pexels
“Mom,” Trent said sharply, his jaw tightening. “Why are you showing us this?”
Judith blinked innocently. “Oh, I just thought Elle would enjoy seeing it. She could get some inspiration for family photos.”
I didn’t even get the chance to respond. Trent grabbed the album and shut it. I thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn’t. Judith’s comparisons kept coming, like a slow drip meant to wear me down.
One night, after a particularly exhausting day, I brought it up to Trent.
“Does she… hate me?” I blurted, not meeting his eyes.
He frowned. “Who?”
A man slightly frowning while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
“Your mom. I mean, she’s so sweet in front of everyone, but behind closed doors…” I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “She’s different. She talks about Rose constantly—like I’m some second-place replacement.”
Trent sighed. “Elle, she hated Rose. Trust me, she’s told me that for years.”
I shook my head. “Then why does she keep comparing us? Why bring her up at all?”
“I don’t know,” he said softly, rubbing his temple. “But I’ll talk to her.”
He tried, but Judith brushed it off. “I’m just teasing,” she’d told him with a laugh. “Elle’s so sensitive. She’ll toughen up.”
A senior woman laughs slyly while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
Fast-forward to Christmas Eve. I’d gone all out, decorating the house, cooking, and hosting the entire family. I wanted everything to be perfect. For a while, it was. There were carols, laughter, and the warmth of togetherness.
And then came the gifts.
Judith handed me hers with a wide smile. “This is for you, Elle,” she said. “I think you’ll find it… meaningful.”
“Thank you,” I replied, smiling cautiously as I unwrapped the box.
A closeup shot of a woman’s hands about to unwrap a Christmas present | Source: Pexels
The room fell silent as I pulled out the gift, a pair of stunning earrings. Gasps echoed around as my non-existent moment of joy turned into absolute shock. My cheeks burned as I stared at it, unable to process what I was holding.
Judith’s grin widened like she had just pulled off the prank of the century. My mouth went dry as I realized the earrings were Rose’s. I’d seen them in that photo before — Rose beaming beside Trent and Judith, all of them looking so picture-perfect. This wasn’t just a careless mistake. It was deliberate.
A woman in a white dress wearing matching earrings | Source: Pexels
Judith clasped her hands together. “Do you like them, Elle? They’re very… sentimental.”
I stared at her, my words caught somewhere between fury and disbelief. “These—these were Rose’s, weren’t they?”
Her face didn’t flinch. “Oh, were they? I hadn’t noticed. I thought they’d suit you better. She didn’t really appreciate them, you know.” She turned to the rest of the family with a sugary smile, like this was all perfectly normal.
A senior woman with a sugary smile | Source: Midjourney
The gasps from the room morphed into uncomfortable murmurs. Trent’s jaw tightened, and he shot me a look of silent outrage. His voice cut through the noise like steel. “Mom, what is wrong with you?”
Judith’s grin faltered slightly. “Oh, come on. It’s just a pair of earrings! I thought Elle would appreciate something elegant for once.”
I stood up, my legs feeling wobbly. “Elegant?” My voice came out sharper than I intended. “This isn’t a thoughtful gift. It’s… it’s cruel. You’ve spent years comparing me to Rose, and now this?”
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
Judith leaned back in her chair with an air of mock innocence. “Cruel? Elle, don’t be so dramatic. It’s Christmas. Let’s not ruin the mood.”
“No, you ruined the mood,” Trent snapped, his voice rising. “Mom, you’ve crossed the line too many times, and I’m done pretending this is okay.”
Judith’s face darkened. “Excuse me? I’m your mother.”
“And I’m his wife,” I interrupted, my voice steady now. “And you’ve disrespected me for the last time.”
Trent didn’t hesitate. “Mom, I think you should leave.”
An angry man | Source: Midjourney
The room collectively held its breath. Judith’s face turned a deep shade of red, and for a moment, she looked genuinely stunned. Then, she laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “Leave? You’re kicking me out? On Christmas?”
“Yes,” Trent said firmly. “Because your behavior is unacceptable.”
Her voice rose in a panicked crescendo. “Unacceptable? After everything I’ve done for you? For this family?”
I stepped forward, still clutching the earrings. “Wait.” Everyone turned to me. “I’ll be right back.”
A woman with a determined look | Source: Midjourney
I rushed upstairs, my heart pounding in my chest. I rifled through an old drawer until I found the photo: Judith, Trent, and Rose, all smiles. The very picture that had haunted me for months. Wrapping it hastily in leftover paper, I returned to the living room.
“Here,” I said, handing the awkwardly wrapped gift to Judith. “Merry Christmas.”
She frowned but tore off the paper. When the picture emerged, her face twisted with confusion before morphing into something more vulnerable — embarrassment, maybe even shame.
“What is this supposed to mean?” she asked, her voice trembling.
A surprised and upset senior woman | Source: Midjourney
“It’s a picture of you, Trent, and Rose,” I explained, keeping my tone calm despite the storm inside me. “You’ve spent years reminding me I’m not her. I thought you’d appreciate a keepsake of the person you clearly wish was still here.”
The silence was suffocating. Judith stared at the picture, her hands shaking. For the first time, she looked small, cornered.
Trent stepped closer, his voice low but firm. “Mom, you need to leave. Now.”
A man looks angry and serious | Source: Midjourney
Judith’s tantrum came swiftly. She slammed the picture onto the table. “You’re both so ungrateful! I’ve only ever tried to help you. And this is how you repay me? Kicking me out of my own son’s house?”
“Mother,” Trent said, his patience hanging by a thread, “this is my house, and you’ve overstayed your welcome. Please leave.”
She grabbed her coat in a huff, muttering under her breath as she stormed out. “I hope you both enjoy your little perfect life. Don’t come crying to me when it all falls apart.”
A very angry and upset senior woman | Source: Midjourney
The door slammed behind her, and the room was eerily quiet.
Later that night, Trent and I sat by the fireplace, the glow of the flames casting shadows across the room. I was still clutching the earrings, unable to decide what to do with them.
“I’m sorry, Elle,” Trent said softly. “I should’ve stood up to her sooner.”
I shook my head. “It’s not your fault. She just… she couldn’t let go of the past. And maybe she didn’t know how to move forward.”
A woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
He took my hand. “Yeah, maybe. Anyway, let’s just forget about everything and not ruin our mood. Are you in the mood for some holiday cheer?”
“Of course,” I whispered.
Over the next year, something surprising happened. Judith reached out — not with snide remarks or manipulative apologies, but with genuine remorse. It started with a simple message.
“Elle,” it read, “I realize I’ve hurt you deeply, and I’m ashamed. I don’t expect forgiveness, but I want to try to earn your trust.”
An apologetic senior woman holding her phone | Source: Midjourney
It wasn’t easy at first. Trust is a fragile thing, especially when it’s been shattered. But Judith kept showing up: calling to check in, inviting me to lunch, even asking for my advice on little things. Slowly, my walls came down.
By the time Christmas rolled around again, I felt a tentative warmth toward her. When she handed me a small box during our holiday gathering, I braced myself. But inside was a knitted muffler, hat, and gloves — all in my favorite colors.
A gift box containing a knitted muffler, cap, and gloves | Source: Midjourney
“I made these for you,” she said quietly. “I wanted to give you something from the heart this year.”
Tears stung my eyes as I pulled out the soft wool. “Thank you,” I whispered. “They’re perfect.”
This time, the warmth of Christmas wasn’t marred by tension or rivalry. It was just… peaceful. Judith and I weren’t perfect, but we were trying. And that, I realized, was the best gift of all.
A woman bonding with her mother-in-law during Christmastime | Source: Midjourney
Leave a Reply