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Flashbacks again
Fighting flashbacks this week. My situation wasn't as bad as those facing the immigrants but my brain/body keeps flashing back to having my child screaming for me as he was taken from my arms, not knowing when or if I would see him again. It nearly killed me at the time. I couldn't keep food down. Nightmares woke me every night. I lost something like a third of my weight in only a few months. It was soul crushing.
[Twenty years later, I am writing this as I listen to him sing and play guitar in my living room. I take comfort in that we made it this far.]
[Twenty years later, I am writing this as I listen to him sing and play guitar in my living room. I take comfort in that we made it this far.]