Wednesday, June 06, 2018

13 hour nightmare

I woke once or twice for the toilet but each time I returned to it. I can't recall it but I woke with the dreads and jitters, with the horrid feeling I fucked up and let people down. I know it involved my working life and family and me being bullied. I woke with a start at the end, the aftermath cloaked over as the substance of the dream evaporated but left a sludge behind.

That's life with a workplace mental health injury; sleep is no escape.

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