I slept fitfully last night, waking up in starts about every 45 minutes. The periods that I managed sleep were filled with specific and individual dreams about each of the people in my life that at one time were very important, with whom relationships have been severely or completely severed.
I felt like I stepped into therapy and I’m working the steps of a program. As if I’m supposed to call these people and make amends. I then woke up with an intense ulcer-like stomach-ache.