I am awake on my Saturday off at 7am. I was dreaming last night that I was at a party for the psychiatric clients at work. There is one client who I talk to every day, and he can be nice. In my dream he wouldn't stop talking to me, then he started calling me beautiful and would stand so close to me that his body would touch me. For some reason his
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I still don't feel right. I'm trying to be more honest about how I feel - I talked to Reg about how I have no more room left to store the ugly shit in my head. It's coming out and I have to deal with it. It's fucking hard.
I have cried more the past few months than I have in a long time. You're right - I never know when a memory will be triggered, and mostly I cry because I am sad that I hadn't had that particular thought in a while. I worry that I'll never have a certain thought again when I try so hard to cherish my memories. Then I worry that I worry too much, or think that I'm thinking too much.
Bleh.
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