23 January 2010

Starting to Improve.

Things are getting a little teeny bits easier as days go on.
I'm still stuck in my need for comfort food, especially in the mornings. I've dreamt about him since Tuesday. Theyve all been this recurring nightmare about seeing his lifeless body everywhere, finding it in all these different places. Except for the dream I had last night. I dreamed that I was at the beach, and that he came and knocked on the door of my beach house. I got really angry at him, and yelled at him for tricking all of us into thinking that he had died. He just laughed and said he couldn't believe all of us had fallen for it. I tried to hug him, but I woke up then. I was crying. I wanted the dream to be real so badly. I sent him a message about it, which is stupid, I know. But I miss him.
Starting restricting again tomorrow.


  1. I'm so sorry for your loss. Dreams about people who have gone really are the worst. My heart is with you x