Today I was reading through some old journals. I have journals going back to 1990-something. I rarely look at them. Often, reading them upsets me or makes me anxious or sad or something. But I have them.
Today I read back in 2002, I had a dream that I went to see an eye doctor and was told I was going to lose most of my vision. I was advised that I should apply for disability benefits and consider getting a service dog. I had completely forgotten that dream. How weird is that? That was when I was still working, before I applied for SSDI, long before I'd ever considered that I would one day have a service dog.
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