"I just need someone to sit next to me and listen to my story."190Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡITLJZ1jmCi
She woke up with a bad dream. She gasped and breathed heavily. The light from the lamp was dimmed enough for her to see the glass of water she used to prepare before going to sleep. She drank the water as if there is no tomorrow. She looked at her calendar clock, it is January 3, 2018, 12:18 a.m. She's torn with the idea of wanting time to pass quickly or standstill. Then she sighed.
This was nothing new for Eloise. She had been living with dreams and nightmares every day for the past few years. She considered the day a good day when woke up without a hitch. Unfortunately, this rarely happened. She got used to it as time went by. Every day would not be a bad day for her, as she believed that after a few series of nightmares, there were days when she dreamed of good things.
Dreaming while someone is sleeping and dreaming for someone hoping were thought gasm for her brain, an escape route for her atrocious life. Each time she hoped to dream of being a princess. Some days she hoped to find her prince charming. She also wanted to live in a faraway place where no one knows her and her painful past.
Eloise is raised as a cheerful little girl. Her mother used to tell her fairy tales when she was young. This made her an optimistic person.
Amani, Eloise's mother, made her believe that there were always happy things at the end of each story. Dreams are possible if someone will always believe.
Over the seasons, she grew. Every thought of her dreams begins to fade. Reality hits her so hard that she has forgotten what kind of person she was. She got busy and followed what society requires of her. Practicality is necessary to survive in life.
It all started when she chose to do a job she didn't like and had a great deal of grief. Every night, the decisions she made haunt her even in her dreams. No doubt, she was stressed and lost. She just felt that on a beautiful springtime, solitude was her companion. In short, she felt empty. Although Eloise thought she was completely fine, the doctor diagnosed her with mild depression and dream anxiety disorder. What she felt were more than just feeling blue temporarily and frequent nightmares.
I am lying if I will say that I am not afraid of it. To be honest, I am more afraid of myself, but I think this is better. I mean, what I am feeling right now is better than before, when I was still controlling it. Furthermore, I sometimes feel some warmth with it.
Back then, I used to listen to people. I'm a good listener to my friends, family, and even strangers, but no one wants to hear my heart when I am feeling blue. It's always easy for them to say that what's going on is just my mindset. I hate it when people say that. Since that day, I have been trying to cope with what I feel.
At last, I found comfort in my thoughts.
Then she decided to fall asleep again, she had classes in the morning.ns 22.214.171.124da2