Vicky sahu's Dear Diary

Last Saturday, my close friend and I stayed the night together, and on Sunday morning we both planned to run together. early in the morning we both got up at 05.30, and we immediately rushed to get ready to run, and at 6.30 we both left. when we got

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