We had a nightmare today. We're so tired, and we only slept 3 hours.

The nightmare was about death. It was horrible.

We have an alter named "Brains." He helps us to think when it is foggy for us.

Life is living hell; I think it's just cognitive dissonance talking when people suggest that life is like school. I've even said it, admittedly, which helps to cope with reality in a different way. But what if we are just lying to ourselves? What if life is really hellish, dangerous, corrupt, and what if things were meant to be better? It would mean that we deserve justice we never got, that people are responsible (but not us), and that the pain of being a victim in this cruel world is all the more real. --That reality hits home as I process some (not all) traumas, and deal with the grieving process one little bit at a time.