I got triggered Sunday. The reason is immaterial because it's the zillionth time I played out this dysfunctional scene with my husband. As usual I fled, drove for hours, crying....feeling again like I belong nowhere, won't ever land in a secure place, and can only endure life until God says I am done. WHY?? WHY?? Why do we work so hard to heal and still get kicked -- hard -- for no reason? Why has my life been a sentence and not a journey? How can I simultaneously be so sick and be expected to function in this world? Why do I have to mask my illness and keep up a brave face instead of finding a path without pain and anxiety and worry? My life has been one long worry! You cannot take time off from this disease, it's your little friend for life, there to ruin your chances at normalcy. Damn my parents for doing this to me. I was a BABY when it started and it never ends. Thanks a lot, well done. My ONLY certain purpose is to not pass on my illness to my kids. If I can do this, no matter where else I fail or struggle, at least my life won't have been a waste.