It's been a long time since I've had the sort of nightmare where I woke up shaking with my heart pounding and trying to jump out of my chest and my hands shaking.
Thing was it wasn't anything particularly scary. Just... emotionally fucked up. For once I'm not going into details here, because really the dream is a rehash of old bs with a familiar cast of characters. But it was a very thorough list of everything that still needs work, everything that's still wrong with me, everything that's still severely broken that I haven't been facing up to.
Sometimes the only way out is through. And I think this dream was a nasty little reminder that finding a therapist should probably be right up there with car shopping in terms of priority on that List Of Things To Do When I Get Back To The Valley For Good.
Ugh. No point in going back to bed. Guess I should find some way of calming my ass down, and then start my day.

Thing was it wasn't anything particularly scary. Just... emotionally fucked up. For once I'm not going into details here, because really the dream is a rehash of old bs with a familiar cast of characters. But it was a very thorough list of everything that still needs work, everything that's still wrong with me, everything that's still severely broken that I haven't been facing up to.
Sometimes the only way out is through. And I think this dream was a nasty little reminder that finding a therapist should probably be right up there with car shopping in terms of priority on that List Of Things To Do When I Get Back To The Valley For Good.
Ugh. No point in going back to bed. Guess I should find some way of calming my ass down, and then start my day.



