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Date: 8/22/2016

I had a very short dream, in it I woke at almost 11pm, close to the time I take my medication for bipolar and to meditate on the health of someone linked to me. I am not well, sweating, full of anxiety. I pray my locked soul is okay and remember maybe it is just a dream. a way to feel there is purpose in this mental illness madness. I then cover myself in a sparkling rainbow light and imagine walking in between shining golden trees toward a healing yellow light. my depression, bipolar and psychosis won't beat me. I will be okay, better than okay. I will reach joy and love again.