In June 1998 I wrote the following:
“The mountain inside my soul
Nobody cares but me
My fears follow me into my dreams at night”
One day I awoke from my sleep and was told I was talking as I slumbered. I had said, “I feel safe but not loved.”
I know what it is to be loved.
I know what it is to be safe.
I didn’t have them together at that time.
I do now.
To get from there to here I had to learn this fact: I must change my choices and my patterns to have a different outcome. I also found out that I can move forwards when I take responsibility for my feelings and choices.
When I feel broken I know that I don’t have to remain broken. I have the choice to pick up the pieces and make myself whole again. I do this by making different choices and by breaking my destructive patterns.
I have changed my patterns.
Any fears I have I air them in my waking hours and thus leave my sleep time to pure sleep. The changes abound.