Triggers. Just like when he says, “I love you, no one else but you.” but my brain could go on to interpret this line into tiny bits of everything that wasn’t intended. So, in essence, my interpretation would be, “I love you, some part of you at least, most likely the part that loves me but I have others, two and a half other women that share pieces of me, and one for the right hour that suits my present need.” So I’m hearing I love you, everyone else, and you, but I love you now.
Triggers, some dictionaries explained triggers, emotional triggers as ‘Emotional triggers, also called mental health triggers or psychological triggers, are things (e.g., memories, objects, people) that spark intense negative emotions. This change in emotions can be abrupt, and in most cases, it will feel more severe than what the trigger would logically call for.
It would further break it down into three types,
Anxiety, trauma, and anger. Read it here
Anyone could get triggered, anyone could have gone through a nasty moment that’s left their brain distraught, and their minds are broken beyond patching up. It’s the reality that some people live with, going through relationships and continuously sewing a web of exact patterns. Do you know what the result is? It’s the same heartache and mind ache just waiting around the corners and exploding in the faces of the people we hope would heal us permanently.
“But you see, there’s isn’t ever going to be a savior outside of yourself. Hoping another person would sew up wounds they can’t see isn’t the solution. Trust me, I do have triggers. Enough to tell you how important it is to stop in your tracks when it gets difficult to breathe and just say a silent prayer. A silent prayer when you’re in this emotional pit. the emotional pit that could reveal to you the bitter truth, you’re not ready“
Know your triggers. Know the words and actions from others that get you ticking off like crazy. Know who you are. With this knowledge, arm yourself with all the tools to master this weakness and do better, be better for yourself, and then the innocent person who tells you “I love you” next.
There would surely be a next.