Last night…I had what I suppose one would call a flashback.
Oh dearie. How can it be that like clockwork, the brain starts to recall the traumatic event that it knows was so so so so wrong, so awful, so dreadful, so terrifying…and it starts to play it all back in vivid detail?
The heat, the scent of grass, feeling thirsty, darkness, weakness, animals screeching…the brain connects these and sends me back, right back to that night.
Caramel 
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i’m sorry you have to go through this
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((((HUGS)))Hoping that you are surprised by a joyful moment today. Something that brings a smile and fights back the dark.
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Sending you hugs. Flashbacks can occur at anytime and ptsd can be triggered by any event.. You’re in my thoughts and prayers
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Mel…hugs. Take care.
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Ughā¦. Yeah? Iām so sorry. Then, it passes- til next time. Rest til then xoxoxo
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