Friday, April 07, 2006

I hate negative flashbacks!

It's always an odd thing.

There are times I go back to my parents home and everything is wonderful. I feel loved and cared for. There are other times I go back to the neighborhood I grew up, and I'm a little girl all over again. I mean in my head.

There are times I can drive around and it's just like driving through anywhere else. Then there are the days I just panic. It's like nothing has ever changed. I go here, I go there and all I do is remember this and that.

My therapist always explains to me that it's flashbacks, and that you have flashbacks that are positive too. Like life there are the negatives and the positives, even in flashbacks.

I hate negative flashbacks.