This post is the fourth in a series about a writing retreat I took in 2010. Please click here if you'd like to read from the beginning.
What happened during those three weeks tested my stability in recovery. The flashbacks, which I'd had to induce by choice, were indeed overwhelming as I had feared, and I was completely alone with them. With my mind finally going to the places I needed to write about, I couldn't run away, distract myself, eat (or not eat) as I always had done before. I had to sit with it, sit with it, sit with it.
And write it down.
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