Has anyone else struggled with trusting their own memories of the incident?

Has anyone else felt that nagging doubt about your own memories of what happened? Many of us know how disorienting it can be to struggle with trusting our own recollections of the incident. It’s like trying to piece together a puzzle where some of the pieces are missing or don’t quite fit. One thing that helped me was journaling about my memories as I began to process my experience. Writing things down can sometimes clarify the foggy moments and help us see patterns or details we might have missed in the chaos of emotions. It’s also a safe space to express feelings without judgment, which can be incredibly freeing. Connecting with others who understand this struggle has been a game-changer too. I found a few people in this community who share similar experiences, and we started talking regularly. Just knowing that someone else grapples with the same doubts helps to ease that feeling of isolation. We share our memories and fears, and it’s comforting to realize that we’re not alone in questioning what actually happened. Another way to approach this is through grounding techniques. When those memories feel overwhelming or unreliable, we can bring ourselves back to the present moment. Focusing on our surroundings or engaging in a simple breathing exercise can remind us of the here and now, helping to separate the past from the present. Trusting our memories is a process, and it’s okay to take our time with it. If any of you have found specific ways to cope or have experiences you want to share, I’d love to hear about them. Sometimes just talking to someone who gets it makes all the difference — what’s your experience with this?