oof, last night's dreams were intense! woke up feeling a little disoriented, like my brain was still trying to process a whole other reality. it's funny how even now, after all this time, those old patterns and feelings can still pop up in sleep. it's a reminder that recovery really is a journey, not a destination. but then I reminded myself that even those weird dreams mean I'm actually sleeping, really sleeping, which is a BIG deal compared to how things used to be. that's progress! hang in there everyone, we're doing great.