Finding Freedom Through Editing Our Stories
Self -Acceptance And Creative Expression
IF YOU’RE ANYTHING LIKE ME, you’ve probably experienced those unsettling dreams that leave you waking up drenched in sweat, questioning what the fuck just happened. However, if you stumbled upon this without having read any of my previous work, or if you’re the type who prefers to view life like sunshine and rainbows, you probably don’t want to read what I’m about to share.
I was jolted awake this morning by a vivid and violent dream. My heart was racing, and my entire body was drenched in sweat. I immediately grabbed a pen and my notebook and began scribbling down my thoughts. As I sat there, reflecting on my life and everything that had happened, it felt like I was in the midst of a psychedelic trip — everything moving in slow motion. I glanced at the clock: 3:39 am.
How was this happening again? Was I still dreaming? I stumbled to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face, only to confirm that I was awake and alive.
I wrote this in my journal:
Who do you want to be when you grow up? As if being a kid wasn’t hard enough in a divorced family where I never had the chance to speak up.Told to be a man, words so hurtful I couldn’t understand why my father didn’t see me for who I was, a son.
