I think I get what you mean. Sometimes I feel a bit stuck or confused and I'm not sure who I am. If that makes any sense at all. Its funny. Cause I am always me. But sometimes I'm standing behind the body and someone else is in control. Maybe thats it. Figuring out whos there.

Mine have names but it gets a little complicated.

I kinda wish there wasn't the fuzziness that there is sometimes. But I guess the fuzziness is supposed to be good. But I don't like it.

Mine have objects. An old t gave us a box with these little things inside as a mindfulness exercise. A bead, a little shell. Stuff like that. I used to play around with the box. Taking them out and putting them back. But I wasn't sure if it was good to do that so we stopped.