Tuesday, September 7, 2010

I dreamed

I dreamed that I ran. My legs and lungs felt so strong, the sun was shining and I was so happy. No PTSD-angered hubs, no sick child, no mean mom. Not even any chub rub. It was breathtaking.

Then I woke up and was horrified with myself. How dare my subconscious take a break from this? I felt so guilty.

But oh, what a glorious run it was.
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  1. AWARESeptember 7, 2010 at 2:18 PM

    There is nothing wrong with taking pleasure in our dreams. There is nothing wrong with using that momentary break from the crushing reality of life to have a bit of enjoyment. Especially when there are heavy & trying times about. Sometimes the dreams are all we have to look forward to.....use them to stay inspired to carve out little chunks of time for yourself even during the trying chaos. Do not lose you in your help of others. They need your strength & your "you" to help them.

    Keep dreaming & keep taking one day at a time. Some days baby steps are all we get.

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