I Feel Like My Dreams Are Telling Me Something

I was diagnosed with Severe Anxiety and Extreme Depression in 2017 while I was in high school. I am 20 now and have been dealing with serious nightmares for easily 7-8 years, and I believe those were the cause of my mental illnesses. For most people with mental Illnesses, it is brought on by an external problem and trauma, for me it was debilitating nightmares that caused me to sleep walk or not sleep at all. They have only started calming down a few months ago. I didn't tell very many people about it (mostly because I didn't want to scare my parents), and it was to the point where I even had to tie one of my hands and one of my feet to my bed so I wouldn't hurt myself sleepwalking.

When I finally got the guts to give in and try listening to the nightmares, they began to change. They went from something meaningless and horrible to horrible but something else came into the mix and I still don't have a name for it. I started building a new life in that world. A horrible, miserable, lonely, and extremely painful life. I've learned about myself, the people I trusted for the wrong reasons, they showed me who was using me, and who really gave a shit about me. That is the world I'm used to. I have experienced so many horrible things, yet I wish I was half as brave and amazing as her. I'm planning on writing the dreams in detail but every time I start on the more ruff details I have to get up and walk away for more than an hour.