The Greatest Dream
But the greatest dream wasn’t really a dream at all. It was a gentle voice, waking me from sleep, deep in the night. It told me everything I needed to know in eight simple words: “Margo, you don’t need therapy. You need love.”
But the greatest dream wasn’t really a dream at all. It was a gentle voice, waking me from sleep, deep in the night. It told me everything I needed to know in eight simple words: “Margo, you don’t need therapy. You need love.”
Not long after my first dream, I had another. In it, I am on my way to a dance party in the basement of a warehouse in some unknown city. As I begin descending the stairs, panic overtakes me along with a feeling of being totally out of control. In the next instant, a friendly…