EvenStrongerNow
Diamond Member
It really sucked. It started when I went to Riteaid to get some more Benadryl. One of those hustler personality types came at me out of nowhere in the nail polish section. I knew it was coming, but I tried really hard to work through it. I left the store quickly, started picking out colors reds, then greens as I was driving. I started to feel better and then another trigger, sirens. I pulled over to the right side and when I could move, I started picking out colors again, yellows and whites.
I got some dinner for my husband and I. I told him about what happened. I kept picking out colors, blues and then greens again and I felt a little better. Then, we started arguing about something, something really tiny and it was a small little butting of heads. He was just being a good husband and expressing his concern for my safety regarding a couple of jobs I wanted to apply for.
There was also an expression that he made during the conflict that reminded me of the trauma and I could feel myself going, but I did not realize it until it was too late. He said he felt like I saw him as someone else. I tried to hang on but I could not. I felt like I was back with my ex again, the one who threw a wrench in all of my plans, the one who controlled me and isolated me, the one who gas lighted me, the one who was crazy making all of the time.
I went into a full on flashback. I knew what it was this time and I did not let it take me out. I rocked and cried as I was remembering. Then, I quickly asked my husband to get me some ice. He brought it. I held it in my hand and called out colors. I chose blues. Then I chose pinks. Then I told myself I was safe and put the ice in my mouth. I came out of it.
I feel exhausted now. There are more details to this flashback, but I'm tired right now.
I am going to continue on and push through this. I'm not going to allow this to isolate me and depress me all the way again.
I got some dinner for my husband and I. I told him about what happened. I kept picking out colors, blues and then greens again and I felt a little better. Then, we started arguing about something, something really tiny and it was a small little butting of heads. He was just being a good husband and expressing his concern for my safety regarding a couple of jobs I wanted to apply for.
There was also an expression that he made during the conflict that reminded me of the trauma and I could feel myself going, but I did not realize it until it was too late. He said he felt like I saw him as someone else. I tried to hang on but I could not. I felt like I was back with my ex again, the one who threw a wrench in all of my plans, the one who controlled me and isolated me, the one who gas lighted me, the one who was crazy making all of the time.
I went into a full on flashback. I knew what it was this time and I did not let it take me out. I rocked and cried as I was remembering. Then, I quickly asked my husband to get me some ice. He brought it. I held it in my hand and called out colors. I chose blues. Then I chose pinks. Then I told myself I was safe and put the ice in my mouth. I came out of it.
I feel exhausted now. There are more details to this flashback, but I'm tired right now.
I am going to continue on and push through this. I'm not going to allow this to isolate me and depress me all the way again.
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