I've been very silent these last few weeks, almost as if I am a new person, not the same as I have been this last year. I wonder to myself lately whether or not this means I am healing because as they say "time heals all wounds." Or am I just running from my past by putting it aside and forcing myself to run, to run to a universe much different to the one I'm living in....I'm not sure... Lately I've been having a lot of dreams, for the first time in years I've been remembering little snippets of these dreams. They are mostly of my past life, of my husband, of my first love, and of my childhood memories. Maybe this is the way I'm coping with my past, by remembering all of these painful memories in my sleep. Maybe my mind has latched on to which remedy is best for my heart, It's almost less painful when I dream of my husband because I can't feel that gut wrenching feeling of a blade cutting through my veins. I don't know how I've m