Strange couple of weeks.
I haven’t really thought about *that family thing* for awhile. Well, as much as one can push things of such a magnitude aside. I guess a more accurate statement would be that it hasn’t consumed my thoughts. For the past two weeks my subconscious has been tormenting me. I have had multiple dreams about my brother. None of them to do with *the thing* but he’s there. In my dreams. And it’s always awkward. I haven’t seen him since last June. Not until the past two weeks when he’s been invading my sleep.
I don’t know what it means. If anything. All I know is that it has put my emotions right in the clink. I feel like yesterday and today I’m finally climbing back up out of the hole. I feel normal(ish) again. Hopefully, it’ll last.