Flashbacks = kryptonite

Last night was my birthday. We were at a local bar having drinks, throwing darts. Great time. Then suddenly all the noise was sucked from the room. I could see my friends around me having a good time, but I wasn't "tuned in". I was reliving my Trauma. 

Not all flashbacks are the same. Some are mere inconveniences. Some are debilitating. Last night I managed to squeak out my husbands name loud enough to get him to me. He handles this amazingly well. Gently. Calmly. I won't say I handled the incident well because I was drinking A LOT. 

Just be there folks. Whether it's me, or someone else, just be there. If they/I say back off, I'm not doing it to hurt you. None of what happens is about you. It's about us & what we are reliving. Love & patience is key.