So very sad.
Over seventeen years ago, I started having flashbacks from the years of abuse I suffered as a child. Flashbacks came on as a tsunami. I could no more control these flashbacks than those in the path of the 2004 Tsunami could pile enough sandbags to hold back the Indian Ocean.
Flashbacks of all the smells, ghastly images, and disgusting physical sensations came unbidden during my waking hours. Bloodcurdling nightmares from agonizing years of abuse invaded my unconscious during sleeping hours.
I was sure I was losing my mind. Terrified and panic-stricken that I had become psychotic or worse was developing schizophrenia. I told a family member who was a physician what was occurring. This family member was familiar with some of my history. He allayed my fears. He assured me I wasn’t becoming psychotic nor was I developing schizophrenia. He explained I was not losing my mind. I was suffering…
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