"Not this again," I'd catch myself saying. It was usually after a triggering event like someone parking my car in the driveway or when I felt unseen or excluded. I'd feel really pissed about it. I mean, how dare they! How could they be so rude? So inconsiderate?
This reaction may seem pretty intense and I'm not going to sugar coat it, recovery from trauma is intense. Once that can of worms is opened, it can be a relentless barrage of triggers followed by volatile responses and essentially a sinking realisation that you are not in any way good enough for this life and your place in it.