It was so weird. It was just a matter of a missed diagnosis. Nobody caught on that I was DID and as soon as they did and they started treating it I started turning into a human. People always said things like I just wasn't trying hard enough, I wasn't "working the program". But I am one of the hardest workers out there and I give myself credit for that. I never gave up on the stupid mental health system that told me I had schizophrenia. I just kept looking for answers. I knew I didn't have schizophrenia.

I just kept telling myself "you got over an entire eating disorder with minimal help, this is not a lack of effort on your part."

I would spend long, long hours just looking for answers. Lyme disease, seizures, narcolepsy, their was something they were missing. Since I got the diagnosis, I no longer do that. I feel a little more "whole". Which is ironic.

I just feel like somebody finally actually sees that part of me, and I know that my old therapist saw that part of me, but it was different with him, I didn't believe him. I thought he was just saying that. Because I had so many other people at the same time telling me differently. And his colleagues treated me like I was a freak of nature.

I don't know why I would believe people who barely even know me.