Someone in my past once told me that I had “nothing interesting to say,” and that has stuck with me for 20 years now. Because of that, I have at times avoided sharing my writing, sometimes even avoided writing at all.
Someone in my past once told me that I had “nothing interesting to say,” and that has stuck with me for 20 years now. Because of that, I have at times avoided sharing my writing, sometimes even avoided writing at all.
Her blonde hair is in a side ponytail in this dream; she is wearing the yellow shirt she wears in all my other dreams. It's not bright yellow, but I think it used to be. I don't remember the other dreams I've seen her in, but I remember her. I think she makes me feel safe? I'm not sure. / *TW: death