This post is going to sound really strange, but I don't get to see my T for about 2 weeks and this thought is weighing on me heavily.

I've never told anyone about this, but I have a habit of personifying emotions (or at least I'm pretty sure what this is. I have a terrible time discerning my emotions). Anyways, a couple of years ago, during an extremely depressive episode, I picked up a marker and drew.

I had given up drawing a long time ago because I found no enjoyment in it anymore, but for some reason I began to draw when I was sad. Later I would look over them and feel a little confused about why I would choose to draw such things. They at first featured a purple figure (sort of looks like a shadow, only purple. It has no details, just color) and some sort of situation. I assumed the purple figure was me, for it had red scars on its arms and legs where I had inflicted self-harm.

But I began to draw a blue figure interacting with the purple figure as well, usually it was a drag on the purple one, crying over its shoulder, weighing it down, keeping it from talking to other figures (that were orange in color).
Pretty soon, another figure appeared as well, a red one. This one would hurt the purple one, and seemed to have scars in the same places that the purple one did, and often would be portrayed cutting the purple one.

I couldn't help but wonder if maybe I have been dissociating this whole time, and I just didn't know about it, or maybe this is just a subconscious outlet for my feelings. It just seems so weird though, how realistic and different the figures seem. It is a little disturbing just looking at the pictures, because I don't understand where on earth I would have gotten the idea to make them.