Way back during one sleep around the middle of 2010, I had this really heavy, intense dream.

I’ve had trouble recalling a lot of the details but I’ve always been able to remember how it ended.

I think it started with me arguing with my mum about something… It would’ve most likely been about how I felt I was treated by her and how she never seemed to be proud of me. I’m really unsure though.

Anyway, what I do remember is that she said to me that she was always proud of who I was and glad I was her son. It was said with such honesty and she was looking me in the eyes when she said it.

I woke up crying.

I felt very weak and broken for a while after. It was something my mum had never said to me and I really wished she had. Still do at times. It took a long time for me to come to terms with the fact that she probably never will.

My apologies for a sad post on a Monday.