I've been well lately; 2 weeks without an event. Then, BANG! last night's support group triggered me in so many ways. I had the overwhelming need to escape and did so. I just walked out.

Through no fault of his own, last night's moderator lost control of the group. Not sure if something was in the water. One expects one or two people to be strange at such a meeting but last night it seemed several were off their meds. That triggered me. I got irritated. People spoke out of turn and just wouldn't relent or shut up. Irritation grows. We have one participant who want to talk only about politcs. He's not very educated and well, he's making a boob of himself. Will he ever shut up?! Then there is another who never talks about her mental health. She's never identified her symptoms or diagnosis. When it's her turn she only whines about her husband not working harder - why shouldn't she have the nice clothes and vacations her friends do? Aaaaargh!

My biggest trigger last night came from a new fellow who joined us. He was no problem; polite, articulate, respectful. The problem though is that I recognized him from a dark traumatic period of my life going back 30 years ago. No, there was not ill feelings about him, but his presence triggered many horrible memories.

I couldn't help it. I jumped from my seat and made a dash for the door.

Sorry to those others who attended.