sometimes i remember but sometimes i don't. sometimes i remember the actions but it's very much like it happened to someone else. there's no emotional remembering? or... it's just completely disconnected. i can't imagine trying to understand it without experiencing it. it's like breathing. and now we've got to relearn how.
but then again before i became aware i had no idea. and i'd read books on DID so there u go. but it didn't click until i had a part become dominant that knew enough to **** up the system till it was all forced into the light. we were forced to look at our life.
my mom was my hero. i spent almost every waking moment hanging out with her. we were best friends.
you can imagine why none of them wanted to let me know about all the abuse
everything is confusing. my life is suddenly 200x more confusing while making 500x more sense.
excitement around every corner!
:/