Thank You, Callista+12,

You put it well; I know you understand the pain and regret. I did not even know I was DID until I was 39. That year my mom died and the issues blew up in my head. I abused pain meds trying to function/perform etc. I am so angry that I tried so hard and did so much less than I hoped. I know I need to look at what I did accomplish and they did turn into compassionate, good people. But I don't want to look on the bright side I want to pitch a loud, ugly hissy fit and resurrect the ones who abused me and slap the s*** out of all of them for all the misery, horror and pain they cost me and my kids through my dysfunctional living. Argh!

The words just never seem enough. I wish I could make pinatas of them all and beat the crap out of them with a big stick - and then burn the pinatas. I hate the s.o.b.'s

what's the use??? sorry