Nothing makes sense. Not even these letters that make words. I think I didn’t take meds today? It’s holiday and no therapy for two weeks. My 6 yr old self came out and climbed the cabinets and on the fridge. Then took pictures and sent them to our next therapist after ours died. We terminated two years ago.
It’s been a long boring day with no appointments. I am lost and sad. The old t wrote back. We didn’t end well. It’s sad she’ll write some alters but not others. We’ve only written 4 times. Maybe. Only now two responses.
But there’s no one to call but crisis lines. It’s already past midnight and I don’t want to wake anyone- even if they would answer.
I miss my people. What if I forget them?