Lately I’ve been having dreams and thoughts of being a spokesperson to those who are survivors/victims of domestic abuse and/or mental illness. I figured I’d ignore it, but its been weeks that this same thought comes to mind.
Is this God telling me to do this? A part of me yearns to connect to others and make them feel worthy and valued despite whatever troubles ale them. Hmm. I’ll meditate on this.
Its odd that its possible to feel alone when surrounded by people. This mask is on so tight that I don’t even remember what it was like without it. What a strain.
I had a dream that I told her I loved her. I confessed all my feelings, and decided whether she accepted or rejected me I’d be fine. I was proud and determined. I followed through– head deep into the emotional void.
& now I’m awake realizing none of it happened. 😂