THE TIME IN BETWEEN

I am having nightmares….they are relentless and terrifying. Is it possible for dreams to destroy the living??? I am worried there is a war that has been waged for my sanity. The dreams themselves I can endure but it is the realizations I come to about myself because of the dreams that worry me.
For instance I feel like a stranger in my own skin, like a visitor that isn’t welcome. My positive thoughts usually stand victorious on the battlefield but I feel like my negative thoughts have a few new warriors fighting. I feel scared, confused, and alone because everywhere I turn my friends have become enemies in my head. Tonight I lie here feeling numb and realize how unfamiliar I have become.
I am hoping it is a phase, maybe a passing identity crisis from the sadness that has surrounded me and my friends!
Whatever the case is I know that I am still here living in this bag of bones and one day I won’t be…so the time in between I guess I will just be even when I don’t feel like me!