Lou's Dear Diary

Dear Diary,  so its a few days later now. I still can't forget about my dream. With every minute I crave the feeling I had I my dream even more. I told my social worker about how I feel and she immediately interpreted it as being suicidal. Just what

Last night I had a dream that I was very ill. I was dying.Tou might think it was a nightmare. But it wasn't. Hear me out. Everyone came and held my hand, brought blankets and stayed by my side. I felt loved and cared for. At first I was sad and scare