I woke up this morning from an uncomfortable dream—and its memory has been haunting me all day.
It dealt with an unhealthy relationship that I broke off years ago.
In the dream, I was still attached to that person. The breakup never happened.
In the dream, I was still being belittled in front of others by this person—trying to make me feel less than worthy.
In the dream, the person still pushed me around and expected me to jump when I was told to jump.
I woke up disheveled and breathless — wondering why such feelings and scenes flooded my dreams and saturated my thoughts… and why now?
Maybe they were there to remind me of what could have been.
Maybe they were there to reassure me that I made the right decision — even if it was a hard decision to make… and even harder to follow through, once made.
Maybe they were there to reinforce the fact that I’m better on my own than with someone like that.
Maybe they were there to celebrate the person I’ve become...