I went to bed last night, sore and dizzy. I dreamt of waking in the darkness, finding myself in a candle lit courtyard at a church full of prayers. It was 4 in the morning. I knew not how or why I was there, but there were people from my past. Good people, people of the light.
Then I found myself driving, following others somewhere. We were being stalked by a dark image, then a pitch black tunnel. My lights were not on, I couldn't see. Then, it occurred to me that I could reach out and turn on the light.
It was as easy as that. I awoke realizing I had the power all the time to turn the light back on. For a while now, it's been too far out of reach. I feel the prayers of those I love. I feel strength coming in again.
I woke full of hope and more energy than I've had in a long, long time. Thank you to all out there praying for me. I am feeling it, sending out my thanks and love to you all. Fantasizing freedom to get myself back.