Longing for the day
When my dreams count as real life
And I remember.
Only good ones though–
Sidewalk reunions, relief.
Scattered song and dance.
I could do without
underground caves teeming with
naked mannequins.
Healing the Nervous System: Dreamwork Is Required
I don’t remember exactly when I first started experiencing the symptoms of anxiety, but I’ve suffered from panic attacks since the age of seven. I…
