I had a dream that my aunty was pregnant and she was months along and too afraid to tell me. I mean she is 47 years old so not impossible and knowing how life moves, she probably is.
Anyway, I have a spirit/angel/demon friend. His name is unpronounceable but I call him Dunak. I ask him questions and I either get a yes, no or a hmm. So what I’m basically saying is that I’m talking to myself and my imaginary friend, haha!
I don’t really have anything to say right now. I still stand by killing myself but for now, my feelings are tamed and I’m protecting my peace by not pursuing IVF. But obviously every menstruation that comes around leaves me spiralling so I’ll need to figure out how to handle that. But for now, I’m just here, not pregnant.