I know it's time for a med change.
I dreamed someone lost a weapon in a crowd last night and I found it. I was getting to a place where I couldn't be stopped. I kept thinking and saying, "I'm finally going to truly rest." I felt at ease. I wasn't nervous or upset or anything, except at ease.
I cannot be paid for anything, because I'm on disability. I would refuse to be paid for yoga anyway, it's a spiritual practice for me. It's not religious, but spiritual. Yoga belongs to everyone, and I couldn't take money for it. It would ruin it for me, make it dirty and bad.
I have a life that I should be satisfied with, except for all the intrusive thoughts. I know, "should" is a bad word.
Out of the blue last night, an attractive female messaged me to ask if I'd move to her town and be her boyfriend. No. I probably need a change of venue, but not that. I don't even want to love again. I'm still hurting from a whirlwind romance almost a year ago.
I really feel like I've run my course.