I hate dreaming about my old life and family, or some other life. Then waking up and remembering that this is really my life. I don't want to live my life.
It's the same feeling of someone dying, dreaming about them, then waking up and remembering that they're dead. I'm grieving for my old life, before the trauma.
It's the same feeling of someone dying, dreaming about them, then waking up and remembering that they're dead. I'm grieving for my old life, before the trauma.