So today I had a fantabulous flashback that came out of nowhere. Really I don't understand how can my brain jump from fold box flap A into flap B, stack in alternating patterns, to being back in a frightening place, walking alone across a dark windy campus. I was crying, more like sobbing. I remember two friends coming across me trying to ask why I was so upset. I couldn't answer; the words wouldn't come.
But the memory stopped there. I wasn't going to allow myself to wander down those dark paths again.
I don't know what set me off. There wasn't any music playing. I wasn't uncomfortable with my surroundings. So strange.
I'm just proud of myself for becoming aware of what was going on in my head and I was able to short circuit that mess. I don't give myself enough credit for being strong and amazing, but damnitall I am!
And now once again, that it is nearing midnight, I should really contemplate going to bed. I know I'm going to hate myself in the morning for staying up this late, but I had to get these words out. But I had to watch Psych first.
But the memory stopped there. I wasn't going to allow myself to wander down those dark paths again.
I don't know what set me off. There wasn't any music playing. I wasn't uncomfortable with my surroundings. So strange.
I'm just proud of myself for becoming aware of what was going on in my head and I was able to short circuit that mess. I don't give myself enough credit for being strong and amazing, but damnitall I am!
And now once again, that it is nearing midnight, I should really contemplate going to bed. I know I'm going to hate myself in the morning for staying up this late, but I had to get these words out. But I had to watch Psych first.
