Something bizarre happened this morning. I was getting ready for work and while I was in the bathroom putting my makeup on I realized that I had never enjoyed a bubble bath since moving into our new place. Now I don't have baths too often because I have little time for such frivolous luxuries, but I thought it could be a good way to relax. Just as I was thinking this I saw myself in the bath, no, not physically, it was more like a daydream. So there I was laying in the bath with bubbles everywhere and my wrists were slashed with blood pouring down the sides of the bath. Ok, so maybe this was less like a day dream and more like a day-nightmare?
Now, I have no idea why I would have this dream or vision, or whatever it was. I don't hate my life and have not contemplated taking it - not in a long time - but I do often find myself thinking (or saying) how much my life sucks. Which is strange being that I have a wonderful husband, a great home, a dog who has finally grown out of the horrid puppy stage, and a job working with really genuine people. So I should be content?
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