I barely managed to get two hours of sleep this morning, so I took a nap this afternoon. Of course, it took me ages to fall asleep because my brain didn’t really want to turn off, and, well, I guess it didn’t *in the worst way possible*.
Because I ended up having a dream that, while not a nightmare, was a bad one, in which everyone in my family either ignored or casually disrespected me, and I woke up with my hands clawed over my face whilst sobbing.
And now I should probably go downstairs to cook or something, but I don’t think I can deal with anyone clearly right now — if I go down, I’ll be responding to dream!them, and I don’t want to do that.
At least I’m behind on Mark stuff today and can use that as a distraction/buffer. Wish me luck.