Being able to take a pretty photo of the dawn sky might seen nice, but I would rather not have been woken before 5am by a stupid nightmare. Especially one that has content that probably would have counted a wet dream material to a less broken person.
Dream featured a booty call text from my most conventionally good looking ex. My brains response, abject terror.
Probably a good sign that my sleeping brain is certain that Shitlord is threat and not an appealing prospect. But I would still rather have been asleep.
Also, I do wonder if my therapy should have maybe focused more on abusive relationship, rather than entirely on the thing I was most sure was ACC-able (though also the thing I suspect is most as play for the fact I usually get either 3 or 4 on any given 5 signs you might be Ace list, in spite of the fact I am fairly confident that I'm regular and allo, just broken).
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