I like to use a provocative title to draw people in. But it is quite literal.
I woke up sobbing, feeling the depths of my heart, the hard pieces falling apart, away. For good perhaps. This time I had a dream where I was yelling, telling my story and a person in my life telling me to be quiet, to be ashamed. In the vicinity is an array of people that have told me to diminish myself because even if they didn’t know it, deep down they are afraid to be themselves and seeing someone free means they are still captive.
I was crying in the dream, and when I got home my mom said I could no longer sleep there (meaning of rest) and that I must leave.
Sleeping in dreams usually means living in grace. The 5 years of wilderness for me was healing from the many wounds…
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