Worst nightmare I’ve ever had

(TW: references and mentions of suicide)

Around 1.5 years ago, I dreamt that a burglar broke into my house. I remember waking up in my own bed to see a man walking right into my house. I suddenly felt ridiculously happy, and that was the happiest I had been in months due to a depressive period I had. I ran to where the burglar was and wanted him to k!ll me. He then chased me with a gun. It was during that chase when I realized I didn’t want to die.

It was mostly scary for me since the dream was so vivid and I had been suicidal and so hopeless and depressed at the time. It made me realize I wanted to kill myself out of hopelessness for a better future and that I was just a pawn in that whole situation.

I am doing better now mentally; I just needed to get that memory out of my head.