Cry

In the middle of the night, I was trapped in a nightmare. The images were both blurry and real, like fragments overlapping each other, making me feel uneasy. A dark hallway, strange noises, footsteps I couldn’t escape from—everything was covered in this indescribable pressure. I tried to scream, but no sound came out, as if I was locked inside an invisible cage. Just when I thought I was about to break free, I suddenly fell into an even deeper darkness, suffocating in helplessness.

I woke up in shock, and right after, I started crying. While I cried, I even felt like a little kid again. I’m already grown up, and I know it was only a dream, yet the tears just kept flowing uncontrollably. After a while, I finally calmed down. My heart still felt heavy, but as my tears dried, it felt like part of the weight had lifted off me.

I don’t really like this weak side of myself, but when I lay back down and took a slow breath, I quietly told myself: nightmares will eventually pass. I need to learn to make peace with my own vulnerability—because I am who I am.