Horrific flashbacks, book triggered
Holy Moses. I had flashbacks last night. I was innocently reading The Princess Bride, when I came upon a line that sent me reeling. I feign to think on it now, lest I be thrown back into the wide eyed terrors of last night. Just writing about it here is giving my stomach reason to pitch and roll like a storm tossed sea. It was like flashes of lightning before my eyes, showing me the scenes from whence I could not be delivered. I just sat there, unable to speak. My husband was sitting next to me as I prayed this wickedness off. He had no clue what I was going through. I couldn’t bring myself to voice it, even after my mind began to settle down. Thankfully, the pen is the extension of my thoughts, and I was able to let him know what happened. I am still plodding through the book, even after the scenes repeated again, triggered by yet another line in the book. I think I am safe now, though…we are far past the place where the issue would arise again. I had to keep reading, to show myself that I would not allow a book to be my undoing.











