Dreaming makes me more or less depressed these days.
I keep on dreaming the impossible. Like this morning - I dreamt I had my child. But everyone was wrong - it was a perfect little girl.
It's crushing to wake up and know that you're just dreaming. All I want is for this to all be a dream, that I can just wake up and be back to normal. My heart breaks all over again, each morning, and I spend most of my time trying to piece it back together.
Started Zoloft. Fingers crossed that it helps - for the short term.
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