Sometimes I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin. My stomach knots up, my heart is racing. All the skills I’ve been learning in Group go out the window, because I KNOW something bad, something awful, is going to happen. I have to be ready for it. I can’t sit still, roaming from room to room, swaying from side to side. Even if I sit, my legs jiggle, hands shake, freight train coming at me and I know I’m safe here, remind myself that I am safe, but I don’t listen. I’m not listening.