I fear going sleep because there are no services to provide for my circumstances. I wonder how the people on tv got their interviewss and support very easy.  I fear going to sleep. I closed my eyes in my own bed, and somewhere along the journey, I woke up. Not gradually, but with a jolt that stole my breath. The air was unfamiliar, the silence deep and heavy. Panic began to prickle, but before it could fully take hold, a voice – soft, resonant, undeniably present – whispered through the stillness. I couldn't make out the words, but the sound itself was a strange lullaby, pulling me back under. Exhaustion, or perhaps something else, claimed me once more. I drifted, the mysterious voice a fading echo, and then, with a gasp, I was back. The ceiling above was blessedly, undeniably mine. My room. The strangeness of the night receded like a tide, leaving only a lingering sense of wonder and a question mark hanging in the morning air.

Thankyou Nana for letting me share my story. You are doing a good job.

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