In the past decades, most of my dreams are unhappy. At worst, they are fear-, anxiety- and sadness-filled. Less severe varieties leave me frustrated, uneasy and unsettled.
Recurring themes include being chased, hounded, or being unable to exit a building.
I don't remember the details of my dreams as well as I used to. This morning, though, I distinctly remember not getting attention, not being listened to, feeling invisible, unimportant.
Which was exactly how I felt growing up.
Apparently I still haven't gotten over it.
It's like, come on! It's been nigh 50 years!
Then I realized: at work, I continue to feel unvalued, that my opinion doesn't matter.
It wasn't always like this. The work situation started out pretty good. Typical of all relationships that go south, I suppose.
But the Law of Attraction tells us that we have a way of finding us in the same kind of toxic relationship, over and over, because it's familiar. It's all we've known. Somehow, we draw them out, these people who will hurt us, but they remind us of home, so it's hard to leave.
Not only familiar. Familial.
I'm going to throw up.
