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Hey folks,
I’m a 42 year old Orillia resident, living with some challenges like PTSD. I’ve been struggling lately and my apartment has gotten messier than I can manage on my own.
Could anyone recommend a cleaning service that would do a one time deep clean? It’s a tiny studio apartment and I mostly need help with bathroom/fridge. I’m 2 years out of homelessness and have been working very hard to rebuild so if possible I’d be looking for someone who offers subsidized rates, or a payment plan. Bonus if they’re compassionate about people who hit a hard patch and let cleaning go.
Thanks!
I’m not sure exactly how to describe this, it’s not exactly a reoccurring dream. It’s more like, when I dream at night, it’s in the same dream world, and things that happen in previous dreams can have effects or at least be remembered in later dreams.
It’s not really a narrative dream though, or at least I usually forget what the narrative/details were pretty quickly. But I live in a certain apartment, often I’m taking a bus and there are routes that are the same across all dreams. I run errands, going to the same grocery store. Sometimes I’m showing up for a shift at McDonalds (my teenage job) and I literally go “fuck no way I’m still working here” and I sneak out. Sometimes I work the shift. And then days later, in another dream I’ll be PAID for the shift! (Waking up from that sucks, damn I need that money) I’ve wandered the mall the McDonalds is in several times in the dream. My university (graduated 12 years ago) is in the dream world too, kind of.
Sometimes I am a patient in a psych hospital, and it’s always the same one, and in those dreams I’m always hashing it out with someone who had emotional power over me.
If I have other dreams, I don’t remember them at all. All of my dreams are in this same world, but they still involve dream weirdness. I can sneak out of work way too easily, and I never get fired, no one notices I’m just not working my shifts. Sometimes my apartment is full of orange cats. But they’re not lucid dreams at all.
It feels kind of oppressive that going to sleep means I go to the same place, that doesn’t really feel good or restful? And it weirds me out when I get paid from previous dream shifts.
Background history: this has been happening for about a year and a half. I have a very serious, extensive childhood trauma history. I was homeless for a while. 2 years ago, I went out into the wilderness and tried to end my life. Survived, had some laughable psychiatric treatment, and was homeless again. These dreams have been happening since I housed myself again, and in the past year and a half I’ve been working extremely hard, finding medical treatment, getting whatever job I can find, working with professionals to process things, including the suicide attempt.
Is this just my brain going “sorry, dream time is going to be trauma processing time, too?”
Anything I can do to make this feel more normal? Going to sleep feels like a chore, something I dread, and I already had a poor relationship with sleep.
I’m not sure exactly how to describe this, it’s not exactly a reoccurring dream. It’s more like, when I dream at night, it’s in the same dream world, and things that happen in previous dreams can have effects or at least be remembered in later dreams.
It’s not really a narrative dream though, or at least I usually forget what the narrative/details were pretty quickly. But I live in a certain apartment, often I’m taking a bus and there are routes that are the same across all dreams. I run errands, going to the same grocery store. Sometimes I’m showing up for a shift at McDonalds (my teenage job) and I literally go “fuck no way I’m still working here” and I sneak out. Sometimes I work the shift. And then days later, in another dream I’ll be PAID for the shift! (Waking up from that sucks, damn I need that money) I’ve wandered the mall the McDonalds is in several times in the dream. My university (graduated 12 years ago) is in the dream world too, kind of.
Sometimes I am a patient in a psych hospital, and it’s always the same one, and in those dreams I’m always hashing it out with someone who had emotional power over me.
If I have other dreams, I don’t remember them at all. All of my dreams are in this same world, but they still involve dream weirdness. I can sneak out of work way too easily, and I never get fired, no one notices I’m just not working my shifts. Sometimes my apartment is full of orange cats. But they’re not lucid dreams at all.
It feels kind of oppressive that going to sleep means I go to the same place, that doesn’t really feel good or restful? And it weirds me out when I get paid from previous dream shifts.
Background history: this has been happening for about a year and a half. I have a very serious, extensive childhood trauma history. I was homeless for a while. 2 years ago, I went out into the wilderness and tried to end my life. Survived, had some laughable psychiatric treatment, and was homeless again. These dreams have been happening since I housed myself again, and in the past year and a half I’ve been working extremely hard, finding medical treatment, getting whatever job I can find, working with professionals to process things, including the suicide attempt.
Is this just my brain going “sorry, dream time is going to be trauma processing time, too?”
Anything I can do to make this feel more normal? Going to sleep feels like a chore, something I dread, and I already had a poor relationship with sleep.
There’s no such thing as a “no cats on the counter” rule in my house. I mean his house.
How much of this steak am I going to get to eat?
Last week he got brave enough to explore behind my house, there’s a branch he loooooves to smell and rub his cheek on, so I think he might have a pen pal back there. We go out almost every day it’s not raining, and he heads straight for the back yard.
I carried him across the parking lot to the front yard and he loved it there, but won’t walk across the lot (3 car lengths) himself yet. But after he explored the front yard he suddenly had enough and bolted across the lot to my front door. I dropped the leash, was startled. He’s usually great at not pulling if there’s somewhere I don’t want him to go. But I’m not going to take him across the lot again. There’s around 8 parking spots and not busy and nobody was around but my heart dropped for a second when he ran.
I hope to grab one of those backpacks the cat can perch on one day. My guy perches on the backs of chairs, and even sleeps like that. I think he’d love it.
He shared some raw almonds with me and growled and chased all the other squirrels away.
I adopted this guy last year age 3, and got him used to the harness last spring. This spring we’re working on confidence. He loves outside but we haven’t gone beyond my property. He startles at people passing, cars pulling into the parking lot, but as long as I’m beside him and quick with pets he’s a brave guy, and he quickly pulls me back to my door when he gets nervous. But he also loves to watch birds and squirrels, and eat grass by the ditch and listen to the mice running around in there. My neighbour has wanted to meet him since last year but last year he was not for it. Today he wandered around while we talked, then came up to her for a pet. I’m so proud of him.
I live across the street from a lake, so my goal is to take him to the lake to see even more birds. We’ve got to work up to facing the Canadian geese.
Edit: he has a cat backpack, so I guess next I’ll start taking the backpack with us as a safe space so he doesn’t feel like he needs to run home.