Dreaming

Another day begins.

I believe I slept well last night. I didn't dream again, which is a sadness. I can't explain the joy I felt when I realized I was able to remember my dreams. They were so vivid, so very full of life and possibilities, unlike my conscious self.

I have no hope, no faith. My world view is extremely distorted. I think of the boys and what this must be costing them. And Heidi. Wow. She's taking all of my crap. I am afraid she may break. Not because she's weak, no, but because I am weak.