Woke up with a nightmare about being a victim of a Mother’s Day massacre. Just prior to the strangers attacking, I was caught on both my sides with stress on one side from my mother and sister and stress on the other side from my son and his fiancé. IRL, I won’t even be seeing my son as he abandoned us now, nor am I seeing my sister as she couldn’t care less. The anxiety is hard to keep under control, using meds, can’t get enough. Traumatized about even dreaming about the massacre, since I had a premonition about what happened with my son and it came true, so stupidly fearing that I’ll literally be caught in an actual massacre.