Last night, or this morning, I had a dream that I was trying to take a backpack off me and I couldn't. I woke up sucking for air then realized that I was a little sick. Usually when I get up too early I browse my social media apps. This morning the residue of the dream sat heavy on my soul. So I decided to just lay there and think about what my dream may have meant.
My conclusion was much deeper than getting a backpack off me. I feel it was more about fighting for my freedom There are so many things about myself that I haven't been open about because I know certain people won't evsn bother to listen to my reasoning. Yesterday, I was able to let one of my secrets out yesterday to two people that are dearly close to me And it felt liberating!!!
Five days left until we move and Monday is my last day at work.