[Nessa213]

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?

[BlueInanna]

Made me look twice. Thank you for sharing. I find it glorious and beautiful. Believe she is still with you always even if you may not see. The veils are thin during pregnancy & birth.

[Lab_Rat]

Close your eyes and see her. She will stay in your heart.

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[A Red Panda]

I can't fully relate... but this is the closest I can get to share:

I have very vivid dreams. I've definitely met people in those dreams, that I know are dream-people... but they were so real to me and often showed up in more than one dream. I care about those people and miss their company and get excited if they turn up in another dream again.

One of whom died in a dream years ago, as this dream-person had cancer. I miss him a lot and haven't seen him in a dream since.

So.. I would suggest not worrying about whether or not she was real. If naught else, she has been real to you, which makes her real.

[intergalactictraveler]

Several years ago, in the middle of the night, in the midst of supersonic mania, my dad, who died quite a few years before, walked into the bedroom, patted the back of my left wrist and said "You'll be fine.", then walked out. I cried, then and still do when I recall that experience.