I am still in a depressive episode and last night I had a nightmare which threw me.I cried most of the night.I drempt that I was living with my parents and they said they wanted to explain why I had mental illness.They told me right out that I had brain damage from being a prem baby.I argued that the scans the doctors had done came back normal.They said they lied to me so I wouldn't get upset and hate myself.This nightmare has gotten very upset and I don't know why,yes I was born prem but not with brain damage.Now I'm starting wonder if my drea was true and they are hidding things from me.
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