I’m stuck, and I don’t know the way out. I’m taking my meds. I have a therapy session scheduled for next week. I’ve been in contact with my case worker. I see a psychiatrist at the public clinic, so I can’t just walk in and see him.

I feel lousy. I am sleeping all the time. My dreams are filled with danger and anger and being lost. Last night, I dreamt that I lost a gun. (I haven’t owned a gun since my Red Ryder BB gun in elementary school.) In another part of the dream, I was trying to have dinner out with family, and we were being led through a labyrinth to our table which we never reached. Finally, I had to tame a dragon tied to the top of a tower. There were ways to approach it that were safe, but there was no way to tame a flame-throwing beast.

I think the meaning is pretty simple. I’m angry. I’m lost. There’s something eating away at me that I can’t control.

Thankfully, this will pass.