During a flashback, I don't think about killing myself. I go into severe flight mode. Shaking, screaming, pacing fast around my house (inside), talking crazy, incoherent, crying hard, feeling it all over again. But this time there is no one to save me. Had a recent episode after years of only an occasional thought, and this one was the worst! Completely out of control from fear. Lasted a couple of hours. My poor little dog was so confused.
But I had no thoughts of suicide. It was totally like the night I was assaulted and strangled, all I could think of was getting away and surviving.
It is afterwards that I think of that.