Every so often I come to a point where I start to question everything. I question these memories, or my Others and how separated are they or if they are real. I test whether or not the life I remember is the life i lived. I get to a point where I am like, Oh … Continue reading Jesus’ Agony
Rip me apart and tear me out help me figure what it's all about Cry my tears then tell me why you make this life so hard to get by cut out my heart to hold in your hand maybe then you will understand what it's like to be in my position constantly in fear … Continue reading No. 15
There have always been memories from my early childhood. It's not like I have every moment from birth committed to memory or anything, but several key memories that stuck probably from when I was less than two years old. - Family history - I do not like sharing this information, but that's what I am going … Continue reading Setting the stage for D.I.D.
Here I am, attempting to write what I can... Memories, pictures, people, It is all a story in my head like pages ripped out of a book, and hidden somewhere... somewhere... The adults in my life consistently expressed disbelief in the possibility that I could have remembered something from when I was two, or … Continue reading More of Me
When I began writing about coming to terms with having multiple personalities/dissociative identity disorder about a year ago or so the idea of accepting that there has been a BIG chunk of my life that I did not know anything about has been a struggle. The idea that so much could have been done in … Continue reading Accepting the Worst