This morning I woke up crying. I dreamed that my mom was dead because of me. The assassin coming for me had murdered her instead.
No one was crying for her. No one would let me live my grief. I felt so alone and guilty, I called my ex-therapist to make an appointment.My superiors didn’t understand why I was crying.
My family did an intervention. It was only a few days after my mom had died and I was supposed to just let it go. I wanted everyone to just leave me alone.
The smallest things would make me cry like a book, girls in green dresses.I was pregnant and my mom wouldn’t be there.
The guilt, the sadness, the anger.
What a terrible dream to wake me up. I cried for a full five minutes after I woke up. Luckily my boyfriend wasn’t gone for work so he cuddled me.
Let’s hope the rest of the day goes better !