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I'm fearing the flashbacks again. Just like I did when I was a hermit. It's hard not to when they're as bad as that. I'm afraid of what's going to come up. But, and this is a big BUT, it's all in my head. The danger isn't real. It's all in my head. I'm safe. I've written that on my hand.
The aftermath is pretty strange, I'm fighting a spongy feeling. The world is fluff and I don't know what's happening, except I can push myself out of it and stay on track, one foot in front of the other, one more thing for the suitcase, some ginger from the shop, maybe some fake vegan cheese. I'm getting there. I knew this would bring stuff up and here it is, ready to change, ready to get better. Already, pushing through the fluff is a new ability. I can do this. I'm gonna go see my sister.