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The overwhelming sense of panic as I start to relive the traumas of my childhood

The panic as I gasp for air

The dizziness as my head spins


The body memories, which threaten to leave me paralysed

The flashbacks of horrendous child abuse, which I am forced to relive every single day

The feeling of terror as I shake and tremble


The uncontrollable fits of tears, for no reason, but then there is one, it is not one that can be explained easily

The feelings of terror as a car door slams, and I think its a gun shot

The panic when using a knife to eat, thinking it is a weapon from so long ago


It is what we live with every day of our life

A stark reminder of our past

It is the vivid reminder that we survived hell