In my dream I visited a barren, decaying version of a child’s imaginary world, rotten and empty of the joy it had once held. Like a long forgotten, magical fairyland theme park.
And there I found a little lost girl who had been living there for a very long time.
She’s called Clementine, her favourite colour is green, and she believes in fairies.
When I woke up, I found I had brought her back with me. And along with her came some very important memories that I’m going to need some time and hard work to process. It’s going to be painful but it’s a relief at the same time. I am one step closer to being complete. Acknowledging the things that have happened is the only way to heal.