The more I study to disprove my condition, the more I prove it- like every requirement for DID as outlined in the DSM-5 makes absolute sense and it fits me to a T. It's so disheartening that I try staying busy away from here and anything having to do with DID, but it's so like in your face and permeates everything that you are as a person and do that it's always there in the fore front of my mind.

And I feel hopeless, adrift without a sail. I had just got a T but my insurance changed where its not covered anymore. If we quit our job for a poverty line one, I can get all the help that I need.