When I went to bed last night, I had a great deal of anxiety. I could hardly go to sleep and the times I did I don’t think I was completely asleep. Early this morning, I had a dream about Kaitlyn. We were walking together. She looked like she did the last time I saw her with her short hair. She was smiling the sweet smile she always had, and had the sweet demeanor she always had and she seemed happy. She had both of her hands on my upper arm as we walked together. While we were walking there were visions above us. The only way I can describe these visions are that they were of the way people were once treated years ago when they had mental illness. One person was confined to a small, enclosed space and not allowed to get out. There were other scenes but those are too foggy to remember.
It was probably just the result of my fitful sleep and distraught state that caused this strange dream. But if I wanted to think it real and would interpret it, I would interpret it as Kaitlyn telling me she didn’t tell anyone of her depression due to the stigma attached to it and the problems it may cause by admitting to it and getting help. Even though it’s not as bad as it once was, there is still a stigma attached to it. That’s the way I’m taking the dream anyway. But it was good to see her smile if only in my dreams.