The Dreams That Do Not Make Any Sense For weeks now, I’ve been having dreams that leave me puzzled when I wake up. They’re vivid, almost cinematic, and they center around someone I never expected—let’s call him Rob. Rob was killed in a motorcycle accident by a drunk driver. The irony? That driver was onContinue reading “The Dreams That Do Not Make Any Sense”
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The Cry That Never Comes…
It’s been about 105 days since I returned to work, and lately, I can feel that familiar wave of anxiety creeping back in—the same kind that once pulled me under. The tightness in my chest, the racing thoughts, the sense that something is unraveling even though I’m doing everything “right.” What’s strange is that IContinue reading “The Cry That Never Comes…”
Thursday May 22, 2025
For a long time I have been putting off going to a psychologist or therapist. I always felt like I was too busy and didn’t think it would help. I have tried a few times. So because of the issues I have been going through I decided to give it another try. So I loggedContinue reading “Thursday May 22, 2025”
Behind The Brown Door 