Another Good Day

I finished work yesterday with a meeting, then went to donate plasma. After donating, I went to play cards with some friends, and I stayed until around midnight, having a lot of fun, laughing and joking around with them.

Honestly, even with getting home late, I slept better than I have in a while. The night before, I woke up to nightmares throughout the night.

Last night, I dreamed I was carrying around a small baby that was mine, letting my grandparents hold them, visiting with them. The dream was filled with people from my life who have passed away. I always enjoy those dreams, it’s like getting a chance to be with them again.

I’ve had a few intrusive thoughts about my childhood pop up this morning, but nothing that lasted longer than a few seconds. I’m still feeling content and happy.

So, yesterday was a good day, and the start to today has been good too.

I also feel gratitude for having naturally come to a place of forgiveness for my parents… not because I think it’s necessary, but because it has been healing for me to feel that. To be able to forgive them is kind of like letting the past loosen its grip a little. If someone would have told me I would be feeling this way about forgiveness , before I felt it, I would have laughed in their face. It’s crazy how some things just… happen. And to be clear, I don’t think this is a necessary thing to feel in order to heal. I am just talking about my personal experience right now.