From Journal Entry11/12/2025 I was taking a nap, and somewhere in that in-between space—half asleep, half awake—I became aware that I was dreaming. I kept telling myself, Michelle, wake up. I remember shaking my head, trying to pull myself out of it, but the dream kept pulling me deeper. In the dream, I was walking around my house, aware that I was dreaming, and suddenly this wave of sadness came over me. I started to cry. I missed my kids when they were little. I could feel that ache deep in my heart—the kind that only a mother understands. It’s not just missing their small voices or their little hands reaching for mine, but missing that version of myself, too. The mother I was back then. The seasons we lived together. Then something extraordinary happened—I could hear myself singing somewhere else in the house. My voice sounded so beautiful, so peaceful. I thought, Wow, I actually sound good singing. And then I wondered—am I singing to myself? Or am I singing to my childr...
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