The other night, I dreamed that I was crying and telling my brother that I never got a chance to say goodbye to him. I now know why I dreamed that. It’s because I never got a chance to say goodbye to the people at my out-of-town BPD group either. I never got a chance to finish up with them. I wish I would’ve had a chance to say goodbye before my group got cancelled.
I’m wondering if, because I was crying in the dream, will I someday be able to cry for him while I’m awake? It’s been several months now and I still haven’t. It doesn’t feel quite real to me. I know he’s gone. I never got a chance to say goodbye to him.
I just thought I would tell you about my dream and the epiphany I had about it. Thanks for listening. Till next time,