Making a Friend of Fear
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Is This What People Mean With Flashbacks?
My mother was killed in her sleep. I felt the sheer terror of this primal loss washed through my entire being, flooding my consciousness. In those intervening hours, some 30, perhaps 40 people had come to the hospital and congregated around her bed. The beauty of a community united in shock and the beginnings of grief just starting to take form. A hot shower one day later was the first time I'd been physically alone for more than a toilet break. As a soapy liquid washed the faint antiseptic scent of the hospital off my skin, I realized I was safe.
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