I know I've written about dreams before, but bear with me. Last night I had two vivid sequences: a long and involved nightmare and a gorgeous, happy, lovely dream. The happy dream came right before I woke up. I was happy, really happy, not just not depressed. For a moment when I woke up it lingered. It was nice.
The reality set in. And I started to worry about my mood, and sure enough, as the morning went on it got worse. And my worrying got worse along with it. I am very very anxious today.
I had a lousy day yesterday - the worst in over a week. Intellectually I know that recovery can be a two steps forward, one step back kind of deal. But emotionally it is so hard to get back on that horse.
Wouldn't it be nice if I could believe that my dreams came from a higher power? Or even my subconscious? Giving me the strength to get back on the horse? Of course, how would we explain the nightmare that came first then.
No comments:
Post a Comment