i had a dream last night that I relapsed and it was so vivid, like terrifyingly real. Woke up in a total sweat and that horrible pit in my stomach feeling, even though I knew it wasn't real. It really messed with my head for a bit this morning, just bringing back all those old fears. But then I sat with it for a while and just thought, "Wow, I really don't want to go back there." It was a good reminder, a tough one, that this path is so important to me. Even the bad dreams can be a wake up call, ya know. It just reinforces how much I've changed and how much I want to keep going. We got this ❤️‍🩹