Dear Helen,
I've been through that. please don't worry. I couldn't get anyone to understand what I meant or what I felt, so maybe it's not common to everyone under stress, but I went through something very similar last summer.
Short version is that the time approaching, and surrounding the 1st anniversary of the terminal diagnosis for my dad, (June 27th, a Saturday, after lunch, at his bedside, 2 days after Michael Jackson died...need I go on?!!), I felt the exact same feelings of confusion, disbelief, sadness and trauma that I experienced at the time. All sorts of stimulus brought it on...the weather, the smell of barbeques, the tv schedules (the start of X-Factor), the school timetables, the sounds in the air...it was shocking how I felt like time hadn't had moved on. Yet the actual anniversary of his death
wasn't as intense. I was dreading that, and was prepared, but hadn't been prepared for the feelings of deja-vu and how they'd affect me in the 16 weeks run-up.
When I think back, I have complete blanks in my memory. Friends tell me of conversations we'd had during that period, and I don't recall them at all. I was numb for 4 months and life had stopped for me. All actions were mechanical, all phone-calls were feared and all visits with dad were surreal.
And because trauma touches us all in different ways, I think your reasoning for this recent concern is more than plausible. The word "echo" is spot on, both metaphorically and literally. The first time was screaming, and the "echo" a little fainter. I suppose one day, it may die down to a background noise or even silence. But all the "firsts" are the painful ones.
But, you're not alone, and I'm so glad you shared. You know how very many friends you have here, and I'm full of admiration & respect for you. Always have been.
If there's anything I can do...you know exactly where I am.
Sleep tight tonight. It's not happening again, tell yourself. It's the echo. Close your eyes, close your ears and sleep tight.
Lots of love,