I’m 25f. I struggle with depression, anxiety, ADD, &amp; PTSD. I’m on meds but I don’t think they’re working. My psychiatrist says I’ve made progress but ehhhh.. if he says so. 
Anyway, I had this dream last night. I dreamed that my entire family was at my grandma’s house. Everything was perfect. Me and my dad were bonding. We were talking, laughing, and just enjoying the moment. My aunt and uncle were talking and enjoying each other. My family was just having so much fun and everything was just amazing. 
Here’s why I hate it. My grandma is dead. She passed away on Christmas Day a couple of years ago. My dad is dead. He was murdered. We didn’t have a relationship at all. My aunt and uncle are in the process of getting a divorce. 
I hate dreaming sometimes because it’s like, everything is just right. It’s exactly how it should be. Then you wake up and realize that nothing is like it was in that dream. It’s the opposite. I’m really sad right now. If you made it to the end of this, thanks for reading.