Found myself caught inside a horrendous dream or lucid harrowing of some very strange realms in the wee hours. At one point I was in tears within my dream and aware of it. I then woke up and was just so teary and sad.

I decided to call for the support staff and a gentle, caring member of staff appeared and she talked me down.

My dream was a haunting urgent warning in some way, in addition it seemed to see me confronted with my many past mistakes, wrongs of others I’m accountable for and finally it saw me feeling another psychotic episode coming on and literally asking people for help.

A strange knowing smile was usually the answer leaving me merely with a chilling sense of burgeoning paranoia.

At once so intensely familiar and yet as always so raw and startling. This morning I counted my many blessings as a form of self-therapy that often works wonders. It did the trick.