Just in case...

Triggers are like little psychic explosions that crash through avoidance and bring the dissociated, avoided trauma suddenly, unexpectedly, back into consciousness. The persistent sense of heartbreak and gut-wrench greet me like old friends, the physical sensations become intolerable and it makes me want to do anything to make those feelings disappear. I try to maintain a sense of normality until I no longer can. That, my friends, is called surviving. Not healing. I know I will never become whole again. But that means that if I make it to tomorrow, I am a survivor.