Umm. That was a bad dream, a nightmare. Agreed? Vivid and memorable (pretty remarkable, that) but not a portend of the future.

Calm, measured breaths.

Everyone has bad dreams.

Now, have you sought help? Not found anything/anyone helpful?

I know the sick of trying part. Blows, don’t it? Put that aside for now, okay?

My idiotic advice is to focus on ‘help.’ Not no one, not me, not sick, not trying. Imagine that these thoughts are confetti on the floor of your frontal lobe (this ain’t an effing anatomy class) and you have a broom. You can sweep what you wish back, back, back to hide them away. The only piece remaining is help.

P.S. I liked the juicy bits, juice.