While I was last suicidal in July after circumstances… I had a dream.
For the last two weeks, every weekend, I suffer from nightmares. As inner demons have now actively decided to manifest in new different ways.
Today’s dream: I run away from my house and wake up in the dead of night with my heart pounding.
To intensify this, when falling back asleep (or in the same dream, I forgot), I decided to run off a cliff in a suicide attempt that failed. In which I landed on rocks conveniently placed before the actual drop that I never noticed.
It was more of a rocky slope actually if I remember…
I dunno. I love not being able to sleep well on weekends anymore.