Dec 30, 2020
I had another one of those awful dreams where none of the tragedies of my early life ever happened and I was a normal adult, with a good job and loving family, because trauma had left no permanent mark on me. There was no insecurity, no fear of abandonment, no inhibitors due to health problems. I was happy. It was SO real. But I awoke again, and it took me a whole thirty minutes to process that none of the dream was real, as I relived in my mind the entirety of my childhood and then proceeded to weep for the nostalgia of things that never happened. 😪
