Monday morning

Good morning,
I am sitting in bed with a drink of tea.
I slept from 11.30pm to 6am, which is still a slightly too short sleep for me, but I was woken by nightmares and went into flashbacks and negativity so I had to get up and get a hot drink to calm me down.

The nightmare was about the police, and when I wake from such dream, I tend to see everything very negatively and I remember things such as how Jane Fisher has got away with slandering me and lying about me, and how I am condemned and how my side of things has been ignored by the diocese at all points and I have not been interviewed for their bonkers reports.
It harms me, it harms me that they portray me as mad and bad and override my side of things.

The weather is bad too, hailstorms.