TRIGGER WARNING!!!!
Last night as I was falling asleep I had a rather livid dream. I dreamt that I was alone in a pale off white room and it was oddly sunny and bright in there. I was feeling so lonely and unloved in life that I couldn't bear it. I subsequently committed suicide and was dead. I floated out of my body, sat and cried in the corner. My parents came home and saw me, I saw how horrible and upset they were that I did that. I began floating around seeing my best friend and sister Erica react exactly the same, my trans sister Sofia do the exact same. I saw a pain in their eyes I couldn't bear. It hit me hard but it made me realize something important. I finally saw and realized the impact I had on these people and how much we mean to each other, especially my two sisters. I definitely still feel depressed and down on myself but I know that I do have people in my life who most certainly love and care for me as I do with them. I have also been hearing every comforting, inspiring and self empowering song I love on the radio as I drive around. I think something out there is trying to give me some hope that I'll be alright and I hope I will be.
