... but now I want to see my family.  They’re very busy working, and found fine at the beginning of my treatment (I was inpatient 8 mos).  Now I must go to them.  I’m blessed to have a supportive husband, but I’m terrified of flashbacks when I go back to Philadelphia.  When I see the old sights where I  broke down, needed support, felt like the world was going to end.

It’s been 3 years since I’ve seen my family.  I miss them.  And part of me wants to go to the old haunts and tell them they have no power over me, Labyrinth-style.  But I am terrified.  

Does anyone have any advice for this situation? Thank you for reading! 