Anatomy of a Flashback

Time of year, breaking news of overseas conflict, wind blowing a certain way…whatever the trigger

There is no telling when it is going to strike

Are they alive or dead?

Is that pain real or echoes from pain long ago that

resurface with a memory?

It feels like I’m being held hostage by my mind

Doesn’t matter what day, time, or year it is…the anatomy of my flashbacks

Are those smells real or is that a smell from a place and time

when I was being held against my will?

Am I really hearing the sounds of helicopters, planes, cicadas or birds?

Or it that the sound coming from a place that no longer exists and

should never be talked about?

Then it passes and I pull myself up the rope

Out of the clutches of PTSD and the skeleton hands of the past that

keep trying to pull me down

The anatomy of my flashbacks


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Thank you for reading my memoir, Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph


19 thoughts on “Anatomy of a Flashback

  1. Alexis Rose April 12, 2017 / 12:26 pm

    Thank you for reblogging this post. I really appreciate it. 😊

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  2. Alexis Rose April 9, 2017 / 6:59 pm

    Thank You! Someday they will go away…I hope. Hugs received with a HUGE smile!! ❤

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  3. Courage Coaching April 9, 2017 / 6:15 pm

    I wish these flashbacks would leave you alone my dear friend! Thank you for sharing and I hope the bilatral typing helped to distance you a little from the discomfort.Many hugs to you xxx

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  4. emergingfromthedarknight April 9, 2017 / 12:12 am

    Thanks Alexis I am realising I have to try to make an intention to break out of it when it happens but its not so easy as I was trapped in the car and that all replays in some strange way….. anyway, thank you. ❤

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  5. Alexis Rose April 9, 2017 / 12:06 am

    Thank You so much for your insight. Funny, just last night I wondered to my therapist how long my flashbacks last. 2 hours is so long, Im sure painfully long. Im so glad you can acknowledge and rest in your clear spaces. Thank You so much for sharing this with me. 🤗

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  6. emergingfromthedarknight April 8, 2017 / 11:39 pm

    I enter flash back every morning when I wake up. Todays went on for 2 hours!! It gets so tiring at times. But then I enter the clear space where its behind me or at least a way a way and I know I will get these kind of reprieves which is better than a few years ago, feeling constantly subsumed. This is a wonderful post to explain how it feels and how so many things can resonate as triggers. ❤

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  7. Singledust April 8, 2017 / 10:46 pm

    the pleasure is always mine and my privilege to read you, sometimes I get too busy with work and the kids and wanting to write too and life just won’t give me a break. but when I read you it touches my heart deeply. and makes me stop and think, lots of love to you!!

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  8. Alexis Rose April 8, 2017 / 10:44 pm

    Oh Gina, you have such a way with words. I always feel like you’re standing next to me when you comment. Thank you my dear friend for being you! ❤

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  9. @vapor_sage April 8, 2017 / 10:20 pm

    Olfactory memory is the strongest. Truly haunting description

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  10. Singledust April 8, 2017 / 10:13 pm

    Hi sweet Alexis! Anatomy of flash backs, so painful I feel for you and want to say I understand but my pain is pale against your crimson red heart. But I hear you and know how flash backs can paraylze a person, freeze me, make me unable to think rationally. This was raw writing Alexis – thank you always for sharing your heart with us.

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