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Your post piqued my interest. You mentioned depression and DID. I recall when it first hit me at 15. Suddenly I wasn't who I used to be, didn't know who I was, didn't know how long it would last, or how to get back to who I was before.

I mentioned to my step-mom that I did'nt know what to say to people after "hello" anymore. I think she tried helping.

I got myself in some trouble. Everyone wanted to know what was wrong. So did I. The inability to describe was the foremost symptom. I had won awards as a writer and singer in scholl but suddenly, nothing.

I saw my Dad for the first time since my depression ended a few weeks ago. I mentioned to him that I had been "lost". He said "some people never come out of that depression". It made me think how depression is the last stop before suicide. I thought I would die with depression, but naturally.

Thank God it is over.