Trauma Response: Hypervigilance, Somatic Flashbacks, Frozen Terror
Even after he’s gone, he’s not gone.
She lies awake, frozen. Listening for a sound that may not be real, but feels real. Because fear doesn’t need proof, it just needs memory.
This is post-traumatic hyperarousal at its most haunting. Her body remembers the night he pulled the trigger. Her body remembers the silence that followed. The darkness through the trees. The weight of not knowing what he’s capable of next.
And here’s the cruelest part: no one knows she still feels this way. Her husband doesn’t know. Her children don’t know. She carries the aftershocks of terror alone.
Because the fear never really left. It just learned to whisper instead of scream
My Fear That Lurks in the Night
Trauma Response: Hypervigilance, Somatic Flashbacks, Frozen Terror
Even after he’s gone, he’s not gone.
She lies awake, frozen. Listening for a sound that may not be real, but feels real. Because fear doesn’t need proof, it just needs memory.
This is post-traumatic hyperarousal at its most haunting. Her body remembers the night he pulled the trigger. Her body remembers the silence that followed. The darkness through the trees. The weight of not knowing what he’s capable of next.
And here’s the cruelest part: no one knows she still feels this way. Her husband doesn’t know. Her children don’t know. She carries the aftershocks of terror alone.
Because the fear never really left. It just learned to whisper instead of scream