Even though the past two days has been very challenging and filled with crying, I feel like a whole person today, or my idea of what that would feel like. It feels foreign, but warm and comfortable inside and not so much anxiety and fear.

I haven't felt any of the other parts lately. I haven't even felt little Paul. If they're real, then either they're hiding deep inside or maybe it's full fusion. I hope so.

My therapist is so good to me. She helped me today via email. We have a great healthy client therapist relationship. I'd never lie to her ... except for one thing, if I felt forced to stop taking my meds and if she asked me if I was taking them, I would probably be too afraid to tell her. I would be afraid it would hurt her feelings. She's a great therapist!

Paul