Lost Journals

I'm feeling better. I've pushed last night's odd dream to the back of my brain and I've had long discussions about what it means to be a victim (a unwilling or unwitting participant in physical or emotional trama or violence). It was not my fault. I was the prey not the predator. I've never before witnessed such keen manipulation. And that's saying ALOT!

I think my dream last night was just a way to feel normal again - a realignment of goals and desires. It was not a direct manifestation of desire, just a mere suggestion of my need to connect with someone not necessarily with him.

Tomorrow will be a better day.

I feel like a recovering alcoholic whose mantra is one day at a time. But it really is just one day at a time. Today was tough but I'm stronger than I was this morning when I woke up scared.

Goodnight sweet world. Sleep well and I look forward to what you have to offer in the morning.