Today was mildly better. I got some sleep, but it was still filled with strange and unsettling dreams. I don’t know what to think anymore. My psychiatrist gave me some sleeping medication, but I hate taking pills like that.
I’ve found myself craving menudo and caldo de res, specifically the ones Mom and I used to get on the weekends or when we needed comfort food. Unfortunately, the restaurants we frequented are in Oak Cliff and I am still unwilling to go down there unless I absolutely must. I was actually in that area a couple of weeks ago, but only because I wanted to support someone and I lost count of how many times I had to bite back tears. Even writing about Oak Cliff is bringing up tears right now. I did not think that the area I grew up in would cause such pain instead of comforting memories. Maybe it will fade over time or at least I hope it does.