I’d heard others talk about post-traumatic stress, but I have never crossed the battle lines of combat in Iraq. Perhaps as survivors we are always minimizing our experiences. There is always someone who had it worse.
But I can’t deny the moment, twenty-four years ago as a 21-year-old, when I stepped off a curb in the parking lot of my grocery store and had a flashback from childhood of violence that was thick and dangerous. Right there on the spot, the memory assaulted my senses and I was oblivious to my surroundings.
The memory was such a terrifying one I pushed it back into the dark unknown. That year, other flashbacks came and I was transformed to a little girl cowering in fear, reliving moments as though they were today. [Read more…]