I had really elaborate dreams last night.
In the dreams, I was pressured by a "friend" into disclosing my trauma to my extended family. Actually, it was more like this "friend" betrayed my trust and told my family things that caused my family to confront me and demand answers, so then I had to disclose my trauma to my family. And it went really, really badly. It wasn't that they didn't believe me. They just didn't care.
In the end of the dream I found myself abandoned and stranded in an unsafe place.
I realize now that the dream was an amalgamation of things that actually happened, sort of out of order and mixed up, but mostly reality. A few details were off, but otherwise it was true. I wonder if there is a little part of me that feels abandoned and stranded in some place unsafe.















