After a sleepless October night battling nightmares, I sent a text with just a simple statement.
“Answer some questions. Has it been twenty years?”
The answer came back,
“Since 2000, so, yes, and he’s up for parole”
I had known
My intuition had been so hardwired. The nightmares had came back with intensity… I fought and I always said, “I will win. Let me fight. Let me fight”
Greg knew after years and years not to try to wake me when I was battling. It made it worse. It made me upset.
He let me fight and I fought hard
I always won.
At least in my dreams
This week, someone else sent me a text
“He gets out in April.”
I started training in January.
I am ready
I will win.
In real life
Not just my dreams