Mostly I think I'm okay. Mostly. I think I get along in life okay, not the best, but not the worst either. I just can't stand those moments. The ones where it all comes rushing back in a matter of seconds. Granted I push it away, but the damage is already done. Example. This morning I was driving to work and the car in front of me had a guy driving it. All of a sudden his sillouette (spell?) looked exactly like my abuser. The back of my eyes started to burn and I felt like I was going to throw up. Then he pulled off. I shoved it aside and got into work. It's moments like these that just make me feel sad and different and all sorts of other shit that I just can't stand feeling. Then of course it make me slightly paranoid that he is out of prison. But no, I know he's locked up until at least 2012. I hate these thoughts.
Just thought I'd share since it was on my mind.
Have a good day people.