my dream
I sometimes have this dream, I haven't had it for a while, but every time I do it takes me a while to shake of the irrational fear it leaves me with. I'm walking along and I cut the heel of my foot, I slice my heel away from the rest of my foot so that it is more of a flap, to be precise. It isn't painful, there is no blood or anything you would associate with half of ones foot missing, more it is just uncomfortable. But when I open the flap, it's like there are maggots of some kind in there. I wake up and know it's not real, but for the rest of the day I am left with an impending sense of doom. I'll be out with friends and have to keep stamping my foot, without drawing attention to myself (a difficult feat) just to ensure its still all in one piece and not falling apart. To me, this exactly sums up my life with anxiety. It isn't rational. I know realistically that that inner monologue consistently nagging away at me in my head isn't real and sho...