It was the same dream every night. I was Alice, falling into an abyss of nothingness, a black hole that sucked me. It would end the same way,

I remember the first time I spoke to my therapist a little more than a year back, I was very nervous. I knew she was my only hope now.

The story talks about how forced positive thinking can work totally bizarre! Let’s make this a world where all emotions are seen respectfully. Let’s take one healing at a time.