Graphic, painful, nightmares, terror, death, gun violence
In my dream: i had reunited with my family. But, soon after, a gunman came in and shot us all one at a time as we hid in rooms with locked doors listening as he shot. My body shook with each shot. I woke up in cold sweat… having just witnessed my own death, a very real eminent possibility…
My “friend” ended a very painful (for me) relationship with me. On Juneteenth. And this is how I spent the evening. She did a ww self-care party.
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