Wednesday, November 19, 2008


I had another vivid dream about flying two nights ago. Not flying in an airplane, but me actually flying, or, more accurately, gliding. This time I even tried to do a backwards somersault, but couldn't quite get all the way over.

I have no idea what the dream meant, if anything, but it was fun, better than my dreams where I still wrestle with issues from the abuse.

Monday, November 03, 2008

panic attacks

Yesterday I told my growth group that I have had panic attacks before public speaking. I added that they are connected to my father's not allowing me to make mistakes. He would beat me physically and/or verbally if I made a mistake. In the growth group no one condemned me. It looks like there are people in the world who don't condemn.