You think that I’m just sad. Or maybe I can’t handle it?
You think that I am not strong when I leave and hide to protect myself?
You think someone or something upsets me and I just need to get over it?
You think that it’s not a big deal? And I’m full of drama?
If you knew, if you really knew. You would stop what you were saying, or thinking, you’d do what you could to help.
For in that moment for me, when I’m thrown off course by a trigger, the moment I was in disappears.
And my whole body is engulfed in a flame of fire. I know I am going to die. I have been raped, battered and bashed. My insides are screaming and raw. And I am terrified and so small and out of control.
I have to manage all of that without people knowing. So I’ll leave, shutdown or I’ll cry and mostly I’ll wish I could die.
And what you see is not what I feel. What you see is not what I know. And what you think or imagine, is probably not even close to my reality.
But
With the right help, plan and strategies.
I can escape the horror of the darkness’s that being triggered is.
And I can breathe again and I can feel safe again.
But it’s not over. The aftermath of being triggered is hard.
I am exhausted. My body is physically sore and sometimes sick. I might feel dizzy. Focussing is hard. And I want to sleep but cannot.
It can take a long time to feel right again. And I have to be steady and slow and very careful and kind to myself.
It’s not a minor disruption for my day. It is no small thing.
I can often avoid triggers. Sometimes I can manage some things and they don’t trigger me when once they would have. Sometimes they’re unavoidable and I have to just survive them.
I have to live this way because of the horrible things that happened to me.
Learn what to do. Learn how to help. Or stay out of my way.
Because people can make it a hell of a lot worse than it needs to be. And add to the problem.