I don’t remember a lot since I let the day go by before typing this out, but o had a dream I lost my job and moved “back home” to Vegas. Some things were like the last three and a half years never happened. My parents hadn’t divorced and were still there, my room was the same. It was incredibly defeating.
That space saved my life and gave me the time I needed to recover and rebuild, it was an unexpected space I was able to fall back on when I got super sick. I don’t have fallbacks any more, there are no contingencies and while I’m finally out of the red, I don’t have a cushion that’ll last months to a year. I guess this was my brain’s way of rubbing it in. My anxiety has been high through what’s going on in the world right now. Idk what’s going to happen, but I don’t regret the choices I’ve made that got me to this point. I belong in the PNW, I belong here with my people I love.