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It's been 20 years since I've had this type of flashback but I have been living in one now for the past 8 months. At first, I didn't recognize what was going on, I just felt crazy and tried to figure out why I would swing from massive panic attacks, woke up every single night terrified, was so sad I didn't think I was going to live, to being so angry I thought I was going to die from a heart attack because the physical stress was so great. None of my normal coping mechanisms worked to temper the magnitude of emotions I was feeling (and am still experiencing off and on, but do have some relief).
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Solara gave some very good suggestions. I find that if I express myself physically (screaming into a pillow, exercising, writing my emotions down and crumpling or tearing up the paper, talking to someone that I completely trust [sounds like an oxymoron for someone with PTSD I know], and praying) helps ground me a lot. I also try to remind myself that although my emotions are very real, there is no eminent danger, the act is in the past and not the present. By repeating this in my mind, I find some comfort.
I started back to therapy several months ago and began intensive EMDR for the first time. Although the magnitude of my emotions have subsided, Pandora's box has been opened, but I believe my mind and body are ready to purge and move into the next chapter of my life. That thought is probably the biggest life saver for me. I refuse to let my perpetrators and PTSD steal all of the joy out of my life and remind myself that the sooner I work through the episode the sooner I will be free. So although the incident feels like complete torture from which I will never survive, I remind myself that I survived the hardest part already and the best part is yet to come.