We were talking on another community about road rage and one guy said he quit flipping people the bird in road rage after he got followed last time he did.

That triggered the memory of when my meth crazed BF got mad in traffic and followed that car for miles at high speed and cussing and sh--. I had not thought about that wild ride for a long time. I thought I might die.

Perhaps I should not feel discomfort because I know how the story ends. I didn't die in a car crash. But still I feel something different; an unpleasant feeling. Is it about the car chase or is it because the violence got worse and I killed him in self defense months later?

What function do feelings have anyway when they are about things that are over?

Or is not the car chase that is the hurting part?
disclaimer: I ran out of 4 meds a week ago and sleep is really screwy so logic of posts may be approaching ludicrous level. Hypomania? Mania? I need my meds. Slow my brain down..........................