You are all inspiring as you take your responsibilities in life and DID head on.

I'm at home permanently w two children and another on the way. But my working life prior to motherhood was mad to say the least. I call my alters 'energies', and three to four of them had their own jobs, usually simultaneously. So my day would be like this: start at 8am w one energy and finish at 5pm (office job - the professional, Abigail), then at 6pm another would start their job and finish at 10pm (struggling waitress - Jenny), then from 10.30pm to often 3 or 4am for the last job (nightclub bar staff - Jacqui). Bed, then do it all again. Saturdays and Sundays usually involved working in a different club or restaurant. I had little time off for about 5 years. Had a breakdown. Copious amounts of alcohol and cocaine involved also, and other jobs that I won't mention. Professionally, I was a cut above, an executive with all the modcons, living in inner city, and could do no wrong. My breakdown only really happened when my separate lives turned and started to collide into one another. Colleagues from day work started turning up at a restaurant or club that I was working at, not understanding the difference in me. The drugs were getting out of control and my night life began to interfere in my day life. Basically everything turned to ****. Despite, what is now extremely apparent, a long evidential history of DID reaching back to childhood and years of psychiatric care, I have only been diagnosed in the last 6 months and am still coming to terms with the diagnosis.

My work now is my family, my home - my work now is living and doing it well and in unison. My work now is surviving, after another breakdown. You all inspire me to think to the future, of going back and finishing studying (another energy - study, and work full time, plus a tiny baby, and I wonder why my body stops running sometimes!), and of one day working again.

Sorry for the long blab, thank you all for sharing and listening.
Stay strong,
kp