I have no memory of my dreams anymore, and I have always had wildly vivid and often symbolic dreams. One of my therapists even said they could write a book based on my dreams. I know i do still dream by the way i feel in the morning or whenever i wake up. It started in the summertime and nothing i seem to do or pray is helping get them back. I was already suffering from writers block, but this has killed the last of my creativity, like I can't access the most important parts of how I process stuff.
My ears keep ringing when I wake up, there's so much noise but no substance and it's honestly breaking my heart, like actual fucking grief which sounds dramatic I know. I'm not losing myself i just access it.









