It’s totally a stress thing, I’m sure. Nevertheless, its bothersome.
The bad part is that some of the dreams aren’t really unpleasant. They would be lovely under the correct circumstances, but I’m not a normal girl.
The rest are my typical serial killer type of nightmares. I have those all the time.
I’m weird.
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Published by Tangela Williams-Spann
is a mental health and wellness blogger as well as the mother of an autistic person. Her first book, Sad, Black, and Fat: Musings From the Intersections, will be released in August 2021. She is currently completing coursework towards a MA in Special Education at Grand Canyon University. When she isn’t working, Tangela can be found reading, writing, or having serious discussions with her son about appropriate social behavior.
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