Reflecting on flashbacks.
Honesty - reflecting on flashbacks
I was kidnapped twice, grew up (spent 18 years) with five narcissistic gaslighting adults and was abused in all forms that exist (including sexually).
The PTSD doesn't frame my life, but there are specific sets of certain words that almost-for-sure activate (will "guarantee") a few nightmares for me, usually all at once.
There's this feeling of complete helplessness, and a flash of extreme tied-up torture, that I get thrown into when it does happen (rarely, as I am an adult now).
The way I put it, is I feel like a marshmallow tossed into a jet engine. Someone told me once that it was a miracle I'm not a drug addict on heroin or fentanyl.
Occasionally I write things that even bother *me.* I'm a writer and I talk about things most people are afraid or unwilling to speak on.
Flashbacks are horrible because even though they last for a moment, **for that whole moment** there is **no way out.**