Triggers

Life has a way of letting you think you’ve healed, delt with previous heartaches and tramua and moved on… only to sucker punch you in the gut when you least expect it to happen.

No ones fault, no one knows, it just happens. Like a busy waiter who drops a full tray of dishes. A mess on the floor, shock, but you can stand there dumbfounded staring at the mess…. or you can start picking up the mess. One thing at a time to keep moving forward.

I knew it messed me up good, was one of the reasons I went back to therapy…but as I move forward with my life I guess it messed me up and added another level to the PTSD