Hi there. Some of you know, some of you don't. I have D.I.D. or dissociative identity disorder.
While being the primary personality in control of my body it really sucks waking up in a completely unfamiliar location
doing an unfamiliar thing. Also experiencing an entire other set of emotions i didn't even know i had. Waking up in
another location and not knowing why your angry is frightening. I'm glad its been fairly treatable lately otherwise
what would i do if i had to see my life go by at the expense of some other person residing in my body? What if HE doesn't like
it all that much. Is what i'm doing morally wrong? Is it wrong wanting to be singular? Who AM i anyway? How many
people am i capable of being in a single day alone? IS the real girl in me buried underneath all these other personas?
Is it me who is the false personality? Am I the disease?
This meltdown brought to you by sand. It's everywhere. Get use to it.
