I have personally done a lot of work to get past this stuff, but every now and then when certain triggers of life hit, they come on like the rushing water of a flooding river that just burst through a dam.
For a long time, purple was the color that left me hiding and whimpering in the corner. It took years to fully understand what the purple represented and when I did, I almost put my fist through my front door. Yes, the memory was horrible.
There were times that I got flashbacks of pains in my body such as a swollen face in the middle of the night. It would actually feel like someone had just hit me. It would swell up so much that I would have to take medications and put ice on it to get the swelling to go down. This would happen in the middle of the night when I was asleep.
