It was about 2 year ago and I was pregnant at the time. She was glorious. She was a Celtic goddess with long gorgeous fine red hair, and she was dressed in a sheer, wispy light green dress that sort of encompassed her completely. We met at a river and we walked between the trees until she sat down on a rock and laid my head in her lap. She told me everything was going to be ok and that I needed to trust in her and never stop believing in her.

She used to visit me often even after my daughter was born she would watch over her. I went through an exceptionally bad post partum depression, and she picked me back up, she gave me something greater to trust. She hasn't come back to see me. And a part of me feels guilt for not believing in her anymore. Was this a psychosis, or was this real? The rational part tells me it wasn't real. But... she seemed so real at the time. How could she not have been?