March 24, 2020

Woken up from a dream today, about them. They were happy by themself, and happy to see me. In the dream I would have died for them.

I like to kid myself that I'm doing alright, that I'm finally over it, that I realized I had made the whole thing up and now I've grown as a person and I can start trying to form healthy connections with others. But realizing something is in your head isn't the same as getting it out of your head.

Also in the dream they mentioned that my breath smelled bad which was a pretty funny anxiety for my subconscious to reveal to me.