I had a small but monumental victory last night in my ongoing healing process from abuse.
I had a dream I was in my grandfather’s house and my parents and other family were there. (In reality, he was my primary abuser.) In every other dream, I would run and hide, and he would naturally chase me and try to hurt me.
I started to hide, but then said no – that fucker is dead (he died about 28 years ago) and I’m not putting up with this any more. I walked into the main room, looked him straight in the eye, and said “You son of a […]