PC is full of such good people It meant so much to come home at the end of a busy day and to find hugs and thoughts and encouragement.

I'm getting through the week. It all feels so surreal in a way, but I think I'm basically ok.

I dreamt the other night that I was in one of my childhood homes. We moved every couple of years, but most of what I am telling T right now happened in the house I lived in when I was 6, 7, and 8. I was in that house and there was a door to a basement. It was so weird, because I had lived there for years, but never knew that a basement was there. I went downstairs and it was HUGE. Like, bigger than the house. And it was almost completely empty. And I saw it had another room, that was smaller, with a bed in it and I walked into that room and there was a row of french doors leading to the outside, right from the basement. I could see the sun through the windows.

The last time we tried to talk about this, about a year ago, I had a dream that I was in a house and there was a very bad person there, so I ran to the basement to hide. And while I was in this dark, musty, cluttered basement, I noticed that there was a door leading to the outside and that the sun was shining through.

So. Last year the basement was cluttered, and this year it's almost empty. And there is still the door leading out to the sun. Maybe I'm getting closer.