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I can understand @Muse, how we would both can go 'offline' while these things hit us. It is like I give up my senses, my whole body, because in order for the memory to process it needs to take over the body. And yes, there are no drugs that will stop it. Somewhat like the Hoover Dam. There was a time that I swear I was having thousands of flashbacks a day. They were relentless.
I did eventually get to the point where I made a conscious decision that I 'knew enough' and strangely that stopped my flashbacks. But it was a decision based on a feeling of 'okay my reactions are matching the craziness of my situation'. I understood enough to get on with healing. In the meanwhile there was self doubt, incredulation, shock, horror, hopelessness, the list goes on and on.
However, what I do know is that as unbelievable as the memories were at the time, once I started to be able to see how I had reacted to certain things all of my life, well, the puzzle pieces fit. I think we walk a fine line between figuring out what happened and saying 'okay', let's get moving now. There was a long time that I felt that the past was swallowing me up and dictating my actions in the present and robbing me of my future. Oh boy.....
It makes me sad that no matter how horrible the stories I hear, I don't disbelieve a one of them. There was a time that I wouldn't have, a time that I felt my life was pretty good. Perhaps I didn't want to see how life could be on the other side....the other side that I had been to and didn't even know was mine to process one day as well.
I did eventually get to the point where I made a conscious decision that I 'knew enough' and strangely that stopped my flashbacks. But it was a decision based on a feeling of 'okay my reactions are matching the craziness of my situation'. I understood enough to get on with healing. In the meanwhile there was self doubt, incredulation, shock, horror, hopelessness, the list goes on and on.
However, what I do know is that as unbelievable as the memories were at the time, once I started to be able to see how I had reacted to certain things all of my life, well, the puzzle pieces fit. I think we walk a fine line between figuring out what happened and saying 'okay', let's get moving now. There was a long time that I felt that the past was swallowing me up and dictating my actions in the present and robbing me of my future. Oh boy.....
It makes me sad that no matter how horrible the stories I hear, I don't disbelieve a one of them. There was a time that I wouldn't have, a time that I felt my life was pretty good. Perhaps I didn't want to see how life could be on the other side....the other side that I had been to and didn't even know was mine to process one day as well.