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The Dream: My mother gifted me an old, beat up RV to live in. It was filthy inside, rusted outside. I saw my aunt who wanted to see it and give me a house warming present but I told her No because it was so gross.
The Explanation: It's because I have a very strained relationship with my family right now. They failed to step up to protect me when I was young, and then failed to show up again when I needed support as an adult (along with numerous times in between). They left me with trauma and fear and self-hatred without ever an apology or a modicum of empathy. It's left me with the intense desire to be seen and to be loved, but at the same time an intense fear of being treated again like I was for so long. It's left me opting out of most of life, because who would want to see such a disgusting, shoddy RV like me? And even if I do convince myself that someone might, what if they burn my RV down? Or come in and are repulsed because they don't like what they see?
I wish for you to find love for yourself and acceptance with those that will appreciate you for who you are. ๐ซ The impact of trauma can be hard to reverse but not impossible. But the good news is that even an old beat up RV can be repaired, restored, used towards building/buying a new one.