The power of nightmares

What are dreams made of? Memories? Fears? Bottled-up emotions? Do they have their own blood and bones? Why do we feel the fear and pain of a nightmare so deeply engraved into our own skin hours after we wake up? Memories have a sneaky way of coming back to us. Most often they come in…

Still having nightmares about my past

I woke up with a feeling of dread. I felt overwhelmed by the darkness around me. I felt unsafe. Every wound was opening up again. The scars became bleeding living tissue. When I was in my early 20s and depression was at its peak, crushing my fragile body with sledge hammers, I used to sit…