While I am personally glad that we met... I feel like for society as a whole it was a bad thing.
A hot tub in the middle of a -20 night is a godsend, getting out is absolute hell.
Madness string 25609
My brain caught on to stupid things and connected them to the events and made them into triggers. Mom's perfume. The sound of glass shattering or a door banging open. A song that was playing at the time. Even now I still hate the song but at least it doesn't trigger a flashback anymore. Blood on beige carpet featured prominently in my nightmares.