TR I am coming to grips with the fact that all of these parts are me. There IS a me. It is us. All of us. We are "me" even though I see myself as "me" and I see them as "them". We are me.
We have dissociative identity disorder. My identity, my sense of me, my sense of my self is dissociated and disordered. It is in parts. This is Me. I am Me. They are Me. These parts are Me.
The one who ran away every chance she could is Me. The one who shut down and checked out is Me. The one who loved her daddy and felt like a princess on those daddy-daughter nights is Me. The one who hated her mother fiercely is Me. I, who functions in the world not perfectly but good enough is Me.
I think of myself as the "real" Me but I am beginning to realize I am not. All of these parts are Me. I am only one of them. We are all Me.
There was one child born and that child became what she needed to be. A cluster of "I"s who altogether made up her Me.
That is where I am, what I am beginning to understand about Me.