Turning Point?

Going into Monday nights meeting, I felt terrified.  In past meeting I was looking forward to sharing and hearing what everyone else had to share.  A lot of it had to do with a hard decision to move on.  As the meeting went on, I started to come back to my senses.  Embracing the safe environment that I've come to know.  Toward the end though, I started to feel indifferent.  Even more strange I started to feel that something was wrong, somewhere in the world.  I felt lightheaded.  The drive home was scary.  When I came home I went right to bed.  And thats where it really got strange.  I turned the lights out and I could see colors and hear voices.  Nothing I could make out though. It really frighten me.  At that moment I felt like I was dying.  I couldn't move.  At some point I fell asleep.
The next morning I felt relief.  Starting the healing process.  Time will mend everything.  Therapy will sessions will start tomorrow and I am looking into going volunteer work at an animal shelter.