On Being Turned Inside Out

This thing happens to me. I’m going along, and probably I’m already a little stressed about things: frazzled, but contained.

Then an event occurs. Usually an interaction with a person. An interaction with a familiar silhouette, that traces the same lines found in a painful memory.

I turn inside out. Before the event, I’m buzzing with stress but I’m essentially myself, doing my best to navigate. After the event, I’m raw flesh flipped inside out, with blind feelers seeking the will of everyone around me. Brain offline. Will disengaged. Seeking to dampen an overwhelming emotion.