This is horrible. Why is my brain doing this to me? It's like it's slowly torturing me till I break. I'm gonna break soon.
It's this one dream of my sister dying. Every time I imagine it it feels so real. I cry and get angry as if I've actually been told that my sister is dead. It feels like I've actually lost the only person I care about, in the entire world. Then I realise it's not real, just for the dream to repeat and feel that pain and loss all over again. Over and over, again and again. Repeatedly experiencing the loss of my sister is killing me. I know it's not real but in the moment it feels real to me and that's killing me.
If breaking me is the goal then that goal may be achieved pretty soon, because I don't know how much longer I can keep going through that. I don't even know where these dreams have come from, I just want them to stop.
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My Journey To Normality (Part 2)
Short Story•This is a story based on true events about someone who is on their journey to recovery from mental illness. Their questioning of gender and sexuality. Going through relationships and break ups. Just an all about coming of age story of a person that...
