Continuing the discussion from Swinging and Questioning:
I sort of thought I was the only one who went through this. I feel so horrid when it happens to me and I finally get my feet back under me. It’s taste like sour eggs and aluminum foil. Then I think I’m not being nice enough, or understanding enough.
Then I get sort of ashamed of myself… I had a bad one a few weeks ago that just freaked the heebies out of me. Then I felt really dumb for how I acted after.
I’m sorry if anyone has been triggered by a post here. Thank you for letting me know, I’m not the only one. (sigh of relief)