I have been back at the Jenkin's Veterans' Domiciliary for a year now after a year sojourn in Athens, Georgia. My dissociative disorder has pretty much returned to the status that I grew up with: I do not know when my alters come out. I have no memory of when they come out. Nobody here knows anything about this mental illness. They would not know if I switched personalities or not. So I have no closure but ignorance is sometimes bliss.

I will never leave this facility unless they kick me out. I does not really matter if I switch personalities or not. I will never have a normal life. I will never have any loved ones/intimates. That was the whole reason that I sought therapy in the first place! I wanted to have a wife and a career!!!! Now it does not matter.

Except....episodically I want to kill everyone on the planet from anger over my wasted life. I visualize Zombies eating psychologists, and psychiatrists, little brains out! (I also visualize them eating the writers of zombie movies brains out!)