Occasionally, I'll have a lurid nightmare (some that are repetitive for 15 or 20 years) or a flashback when awake. These isolated incidents are easier to cope with &/or dismiss. Other times however, I will have a series of flashbacks, a prolonged & unwelcome subsequent stream of repressed memories. That is when I have a fight or flight reaction... to something that is not tangible... yet is an innate & intimate part of me. It is ingrained in my mind & throughout my stricken body. I become upset that I am letting... that something that happened to me so long ago can still exert a deluge of repressed emotions, & I feel powerless to fight those recollections... because the only one left to fight... is me.
The only thing I can fight is my own mind & how it is effecting my body, & the malevolent affectations mangled & tangled within... & Yet there is no "flight", as there is no where to run. I have tears in my eyes & I am tremulous with anger, fear, remorse, & self-disdain, over things I had little or no control over, & seem to have little control over (in these flashing recollections) even now. I hold my head in my hands & ask myself out loud, "What is happening to me?", because the past has superseded, superimposed, & folded it's convolutions onto my present & perhaps even into my future if I can't stop it from doing so. I become angry & tell myself to "Stop!". I am speaking to myself... although perhaps just as much as I was "then", as I am "now".
I am not a very emotional man. I have been referred to as phlegmatic. These flashbacks incur emotions I have usually repressed for some time. It's like a break in the dam, & I am wet, hoisting sandbags in an attempt to quell their surging storm. I tell myself, &/or someone... to "Stop". These are my flashbacks, in a lachrymose infliction/depiction, of fight or flight.