The Dream Space

I lived in the dream space for awhile. The space where you get to believe the depression won’t come back, that this won’t be a lifelong situation.

I lived there. And I felt guilty for the times I even mentioned depression, here, to the psychiatrist and to the people in my life. I kicked myself for worrying people, for taking up their time.

The dream space is gone. It has been replaced by the nightmare space. That hellacious space where I’m not suicidal, but I want to escape my head. I want the desperate feeling to go away. I want to feel safe again.

I want to go back to the dream space.

Survive til you Thrive!

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