Protected: I’m Not Okay (I Promise)

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Unexpected triggers

I hate unexpected triggers. Something as stupid as a song coming on, and I think about the last time I heard it, when I was really little, before the divorce.

It’s not even a particularly bad memory.

Then again, it’s not even a real memory. It’s a memory from when I was older, of watching a home movie on VHS from when I was real little.

That home movie always made me really sad. It was of my dad and me.

Anyway. That stuff was playing in front of my minds eye while I dissociated for a minute. It didn’t last long. But I’m struggling to feel grounded.