Flight.

Ex came home intoxicated, in some sort of psychosis, became extremely violent destroying our home after saying really bizarre things, a gun became involved.

I was initially froze. I ran in the bed with my kids. Once they woke up crying I went into flight. I carried one in each arm with no shoes on and ran as fast as I could to the car when I got the chance.

Since then I’ve had to do some other extremes that I would consider flight. I would freeze if just me but my kids sort of take my fear away and make me not think but just act it feels like. I feel brave in that time. Once I come out of that flight state whenever it is and process everything is when I have the fear and doubt. During that time it’s no thinking just acting.