Hi everyone, sorry for the lack of posting, have been really down in a suicide-like state lately and thought it bad to post on the board here while I was in that mode...

Last night, my partner and I went to a huge fireworks show here in town, there were hundreds of people there, and I felt extremely unsure of myself (and of them), and when 9PM came and the fireworks started to go off, that was the END of it for me.

I gripped my partner's arm tightly, she almost cried out, as soon as I heard the screaming of the first rockets, my memory flashed back to the first night that my father sexually abused me - guyfawks night... the fireworks were spectacular that night, and I've hated them ever since.

With each crack and bang and woosh, I felt it go through my entire body, and I guess Elizabeth knew too, because she really felt for me. Thank god it only lasted 40 minutes, I don't know what I'd have done if it had been a longer time period.

Any one else get this??

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