In dreams
I don’t remember my dreams very often. But I’m having a hard time shaking last night’s.
In it, everyone was telling me I was being let go. But then I went to my bosses (oddly, the current one and the previous one), and they said they had no idea what I was talking about.
Meanwhile everyone was asking a million questions about what I do, when I do it and of course how I make all that magic happen.
It was disconcerting, to say the least. I mean, yes I’d love to get some extended time off. And I admit, I have a few problems I would love for someone else to have to solve. But all I could think about is how will I support Mom?
I used to be so happy that my anxiety-sparked acid reflux calms itself down at night. Not last night, unfortunately. I’m going to have to start sleeping with Tums under my tongue if this shit keeps up.