There are always triggers. Some, we know what they are, so we avoid them. But some, we can’t get away from because we don’t know or expect such things to teleport us back. Back… back… and some things we don’t want to think back upon. Move on - easier said than done. Move on - how can your past not matter yet shape you into the person you are? Move on. It baffles me how invulnerable we pretend to be. Smiling over skeletons and scars, crying in the dark. But I guess that’s the only way to get from point A to point B without raising any red flags.