My wagon

My dreams have all been really bad lately but tonight’s was the worse because it was true. In tonight’s dream, I was going up a hill (where everything was supposedly going to be better) but I’m pulling this black wagon which represented my mental health. The wagon is heavy and the Hill is steep but I’m giving it my all. Nothing is helping so I ask for help. My mom walks by and just says “you’ll be fine you’re overreacting”. In that moment I fall to the bottom of the hill, so I get back up but this time the wagon is heavier. So I keep asking my friends and family for help but they cant help me. They either make it worse or just ignore it. My wagon is heavy and I’ve given up. I woke up crying with the feeling of falling. I can’t go back to sleep because I cannot stop crying. It feels like this is how these people are in my life. Either not helpful or toxic .