I'm somewhere in the continuum of dissociation, not really sure where that is. That's ok with me.

What has it taught me?

It's taught me that my inner self loved me enough to protect me and shield me from what I could not handle or deal with in the moment that it happened. For that, I am very grateful. My hope also is that every part of me, that took care of me than, can find find value and purpose now. All are valued and have a purpose.

It is icy and cold here. What is your favorite thing to do when it's like that where you are?