I didn’t sleep last night, but the night before last night, I had the worst nightmare of my life…twice in a row. I’m crushed. I dreamt I physically abused my 3 YO daughter while I was drunk. When I woke up & realized it was all fake, I felt the greatest relief of my life. I practice gentle parenting & the thought of hurting my kids in any way horrifies me. I hate nightmares.
That sense of relief…so glad it was only a dream you woke up from.
Yes. I still feel like a monster though. I feel so guilty.
Guilty for the dream?
Yes, exactly.
I do hope you can comfort your self through this.
Hey Alex
Sorry to hear about the dreams you had, and how much they’ve upset you. I’m sure you’ve heard of ‘invasive thoughts’ before? It’s similar with our dreams too. It’s our subconscious mind messing around with us, we have no control over them. It doesn’t mean we have some deep hidden desire to make the dreams a reality.
You know in your heart and soul that you’d never do anything to hurt your kids. That’s all you need to know
I always try to spin these kinds of dreams in my thinking- yes, I wake up grateful it was just a dream but I also steel myself for the day because I don’t ever want that dream to become reality. I think of them as reminders of how bad things could be if I lose my resolve. I am grateful they didn’t happen, and I’m grateful for the reminder of what I never want to happen. I add them to my armor for the day and reflect on them if I ever have a single second where my boozehound voice whispers that just 1 drink would be fine. Nope. Just 1 leads me to that nightmare.