Some days I can find a spot in my brain to tuck away all the emotional bullshit. Today is not that day.
Last night I had a dream that my girl was dead. I don’t know how she died, where she died or any other specifics. I just knew she was gone forever. I was in a car with my mom, an aunt and my grandmother who passed recently. They were all bad mouthing my girl and saying horrible things. I was so upset and I couldn’t get them to listen to me or hear me when I tried to explain that she was a beautiful and wonderful person who was afflicted with a horrible mental illness.
I am exhausted today. Drained and depleted of any and all positive or happy emotions.