ladder climbing exercise:
I recently lived in Mexico for 18 months and faced constant insults and destruction of the property from the direct neighbours.
When I was out and thought of returning to the house, I shut down and didn't want to move. Many times I just sat somewhere, not wanting to go. I felt like disappearing into the ground rather than passing the neighbours and finding the newest destruction.
I was at the bottom of the ladder.
I forced myself to go, check on the property and, more importantly, check on the pets. It was pure willpower to make me act.
Once I reached the house, I found the surprise of the day: a burnt garden hose, a cut-down tree, or my cat soaked in oil. Seeing the facts, I climbed up the ladder and frantically grabbed my cat to shower him or attempted to repair the garden hose etc.
It was a constant movement from the bottom of the ladder up to the middle. Triggered by the fear I would face destruction, that is beyond my ability to repair, as my cat is injured. Once realizing, my cat was physically uninjured and could be helped with a bath, I climbed up the ladder to the middle quickly. But never higher.

new brain:
I have had that many "skin issues" every day since the day I was born, I cannot tell them apart as they seem to be related to different conflicts that are all going on at the same time and contradict themselves. I am unable to tell the apart. I always have a rash somewhere, itchiness, or redness.
Currently, I have something new to me. I am unsure what to make of it. The left-hand side of my face is swollen. It started about three weeks ago with a swollen cheek. Then it disappeared. Then it started again. Swollen and at times very itchy. For two days now it is not only the cheek but the left eye swollen, the forehead and the skull under the hair. It is so swollen it touches the glasses I am wearing.
It seems to be the healing of a conflict with "being seen". My uncle and aunt rescued me from Mexico. And they see me! I am no longer under attack. It could be related to it.

old brain:
I did a chef apprenticeship. The situation became unbearable. I lived in the staff quarter that belonged to my employer on an island that could only be reached by ferry. I didn't know how to get away. And I was in a lot of fear: I had nowhere to go to. Leaving meant, to be on the road without money, unable to even leave the island without money for the ferry. I started to eat more than I needed! It was like I had to prepare for not having anything. And I gained a lot of weight, which I lost just as quickly, once I was in safety again.