I just talked to my husband and told him of these vivid, disturbing deams. He says "Stop watching those crime shows before bed, maybe watch a Disney movie". Ugh, What am I 12? I know he just doesn't have the words. He's a very intelligent man but has no clue how to comfort me. I feel very alone. This is exactly why I keep things to myself. No one around me understands. Here comes the down swing. I wish I could just be stable on these meds already!!!!!
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