I think having a trigger is like having the ground kicked out from under you. The sun might be shining it can be a beautiful day and all your dishes are done and everything is in order... and then crazy me and my disproportionate emotions slide around unable to find firm ground in the cluttered attic of my head, so full of dusty echoes is it. All of my life and it's bites have left teethmarks across the terrain of my brain and I can't find the pattern that was me anymore, if I ever knew it.

A friend of a friend was driving through town and was staying with me for a few days. I found myself strangely attracted to him, strange because I don't find myself attracted to many people in general. He left without incident but I was a wreck I dissociated badly about conversations i had or hadnt had with this man. Started to feel like I was slipping, falling into psychosisness or some thing... started taking zyprexa again.

I think my own interest in someone (when that someone is a man) is my worst trigger, because of the boyfriend that raped me when I was a teenager. I have avoided relationships with men since then.

I don't have anything to say really i just really don't want to serve a life sentence for a crime I didn't commit. I think I would like to have a partner one day, but i don't know if i can handle what the idea of it does to me.