I’ve had more than one eerily accurate image in my head.
I hate them, and feel I’d be better off without them.
I know. I go to sleep. It doesn’t necessarily have to be someone I know, though when it is, I go into panic mode. But I never ignore the “symptoms.” And I hope it doesn’t hit close to home.
Although, the last time, it was a friend who was one of my best when our kids were tots. That was hard.