Thursday blues.

Why am I afraid of this world?

Why am I afraid of being happy?

I've created idols of no use to me. I've chosen the Ego over the HS.

This is not the truth.

And so I am bound in chains.

Recurrent dream: my father is alive. No one believes he is dead. Everyone interacts with him normally. Even with proof of the funeral and cremation convincing people is impossible. Other than my mother, Emma, Julia and Jayne the shopowner also didn't believe me: even with an eyewitness.

Agitation.
Can't relax
Can't stop thinking
Meditation is becoming more difficult