I had a rough time in the last few weeks, I thought.
The world was not going well.
I had been struggling with depression for years, and the symptoms were starting to build.
I knew I was struggling with my emotions too, I was getting more anxious, and I had an awful feeling that I was about to lose everything I had.
Then I found myself at the supermarket.
It was not a bad day.
There was a huge queue, but the only thing I could see was the checkout, so I went inside and sat in front of the register.
I sat there for about five minutes, looking at the shelves and the products.
I did not feel guilty.
It felt like I was doing the right thing.
But as I sat in the checkout line, I could not help but think that if I had to go out and buy some things, I might not be able to afford it.
So I left, thinking that if that happened, I would be able just to pay the cashier a bit more, because I was not sure how much it would cost to buy something.
I got home, sat down and I began to read my books again.
But then I began thinking about my life.
I was very confused, and then I felt something in my stomach.
I couldn’t remember exactly what it was, but it was like a surge of emotion.
It came over me, and it was so powerful.
It took me a few seconds to realise that this was a flashback.
This time it was not an emotional surge, but an existential crisis.
I began sobbing uncontrollably.
It had started as a little wave in my chest, but after a few moments it started to build up in my gut, and that’s when I realised what was happening.
I remember waking up in the middle of the night with a feeling of panic.
I just wanted to get out of the house and go home.
It is a feeling that you can never escape.
I felt like the world was ending, and my life was over.
It made me think about how it is that we can feel like we are dying, that we are living a nightmare, when in fact we are just living our life, breathing, dreaming, imagining, thinking.
The most important thing about my flashback is that it is a very vivid reminder of the things that happened before that moment.
I think that the most important part of the flashback is the fact that I have a strong sense of who I am, and how I feel.
It tells me that I am in control, and what I want.
I can say that this is a real moment for me, because the past is always present in my life and it is what keeps me going.
But this time, I don’t feel that I should say goodbye.
I want to say goodbye to my life, but I also want to be with my family.
It feels good to be alive.
And if I am feeling good about myself, I think, I have made a choice to say yes.
It’s okay, I’m going to live.
So this is how I cope with flashbacks.
My flashback is not a permanent mental health problem, but a very long-lasting problem that can lead to some very severe depression.
And the longer it goes on, the worse it gets.
You can get a lot of information about mental health disorders and the treatments available online, but there are also websites that can help you find a mental health professional to talk to.
This is one of those.
I started to read it as soon as I got out of hospital.
It started out with a simple sentence: “If you have a flashback, you’re still alive.”
It didn’t sound very clear, but that’s how I interpreted it.
I could say that I’m still alive, and not really believe it, but then I thought, I can’t be sure that I would feel alive again.
And I knew that if my memory was not correct, I probably wouldn’t be able get the help I needed.
I realised that it was a big problem.
But if I thought about it, it was very easy to look at my life from a very different perspective, because it was only in the past that I had experienced a flashback and had the opportunity to learn that I really did have a mental illness.
And that was very helpful.
For the first few months of my flashbacks, I had no idea that they were real.
I didn’t know how they were affecting me.
And then gradually, I started getting more insight into what they were about, what was going on.
For example, the first time I had flashbacks, they were very, very brief, and they happened during my lunch break.
And when I went to the toilet, the bathroom door was open.
When I was sitting on the toilet in the morning, the door opened and I could hear the water running.
I thought I was going to die.
Then the flashbacks started to grow and then it got