Dear
Dreams,
I know we've had a number of
disagreements in the past. You've hurt me, and I've avoided you for weeks at a
time. I let you dictate my life in my past, but I stopped letting you control
how I go through my day.
Some of my friends talk about their
dreams and laugh about their silliness. Their dreams are light, lunch table
conversations. Their dreams make them smile, happy. Why can't you do that for
me? Why do you, instead, make my heart pound in my chest? Why do you frighten
me?
Could I please enjoy you? Don't give me a
crazy, too far to reach, hope of the future. That would still hurt. But, I
could handle that if it meant I didn't have to feel loss and pain all over
again in my sleep.
I thought we had come to an agreement.
You don't scare me, and I won't wish for a fairytale. No dreams is better than
nightmares.
I understand that you don't act on your
own power, but that doesn't mean I have to like you. I'm asking you to stop.
With everything else I deal with in my day, I don't want to have to work to
sleep. Please let go of your hold on my resting mind.
Sincerely,
Alyson
It seems like your having a hard time, I will pray for you :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for your care, Skye
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