Suicide

Date: 10/26/2016

My late husband took me on a journey showing me all the places that I frequent and what they will be like after my death. My death that I manifest by taking my own life. Just like he did. It was incredibly sad, life just continued without me. Like I was never there. I wanted to matter. I wanted to be remembered. I switched to dream that my former boss began to slap me. Bloody my face. Another co-worker came into the room and joined in hurting me. I think he knocked some teeth out. I was laying in a bloody mess on the floor. They just continued with their daily business, and again, I didn't matter. I didn't cry. It didn't hurt. I welcomed feeling alive. I also welcomed being the victim. Which really disturbed me when I awoke.