I wasn't sure if that's what was happening, but I think it must be. For most, flashbacks come from a traumatic event. Maybe there keep seeing the car crash or see the blood but my ones are of a time when I just couldn't see very much.
I flashback to the bed, the dull, the feeling of uncomfortable agony and hideous nausea, dizzy sick, useless horror.
And now I'm here... In this life that is completely fine.
But so often I want to scream at the world, fucking stop.
Stop and see...
Just stop with the trivial bollocksing shit you spew out info the world.
I don't of course, I tend to smile and ask if there is anything I can do.
Grrrr
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