I am awake because of dreams - because my body has made it abundantly clear that, now that I'm sufficiently "better", my subconscious mind is ready to start processing all of the trauma of the last year or so that it was holding back on because I was on the ragged edge of "what's wrong with my heart?" and "dear fucking gods why can't I stop losing weight", et cetera. (Yes, even with getting fibromyalgia = still considered getting better. Because we know what it is and it can be quantified and dealt with.)
Yeah, I did not write about half the bad shit. Because my brain stuffed it down due to the urgency of dealing with the possibly-life-threatening stuff first.
Way hey and away we go.
(And yeah, I'll be fine. Will likely just have fits and starts of Dealing With Suppressed Shit. Just keep in mind that stuff like this doesn't come out until things *are* going well, because my brain knows I don't have the processing space until things are going well.)