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Reliving trauma
May be triggering for some… Sometimes it’s an image. Other days it could be an article in the news. It may be a particular scent carried along on the breeze. Or it could be the sound of that voice behind me as I patiently wait in line at the post office. But it paralyses me. It stops me in my tracks. It is there. I can’t escape it. I am fearful. I am angry. I despise myself. And it cuts so deep, like a dagger to my chest. the feeling passes. For another minute, annother, hour, another day. But it will be back. This continual cycle of reliving trauma.