I learned about integration in the psyc ward. I voluntarily went in - against my other's wishes. They thought I was going to kill them. The doctors there told me about integration and I BURST OUT crying. It's like I was crying out of pure relief for four people out of only two eyes...

I don't think we did properly, though. For a good year, I suppose I was medically 'integrated'. I had only one disociation (but a really unfortunate one) and only because I forgot my meds for a couple days.

Eventually the side effects got to be too much (sleeping 12+ hours a day minimum) so I was switched to lithium.

Now we are certainly not integrated, but I think we are happier, albeit a little less functional than 'normal' people. Usually we get along, sometimes we fight, sometimes we're triggered, but the thing is: we try to take care of each other.

I found it too lonely being 'integrated-in-a-pill'; there was no one to talk to when I was upset. I don't recommend this kind of integration.