Draining boiled pasta water into the sink is a trigger for me – every time. Chopping onions, doing laundry, mopping the floor, planting a garden and driving – these are just some of the mundane everyday activities that start a movie playing in my head. I hear every word, see each expression, smell the scents, and experience all the fear as if it were happening again right now. Even after all these years the memories still give me pause, and I must consciously stop the movie playing and add a narrative that explains these events are in the past. Remembering past events is not my choice but my reaction to them is, and I choose to see the ridiculousness of the people who hurt me. It makes them seem small and less threatening which helps me keep moving forward.