An empty shell filled with others

This is so like how I feel.

It's like, I'm a container and the personalities are the filling. Without the personalities, I am No One, used...abused...beat up...and in fear of living. Shoot me.

The others become and gives life and flavor to this entity. They assume control and we unite. I'm the worried voice in the top of the head, and the others and "I" are melded into one. I become them and they are me, I always see. I'm always changing. They are my handle on living.

I feel like I'm role playing in 5D, not 3D.

I'm crazy. It's not really real. This is how I feel.

Just had to express my mental. Thank you.

Always, I hope expressing your frustration gives you some relief. I am working on quieting the mind by not chasing the voices. I silently count the breaths, 1 on the inhale, 2 on the exhale and continuing up to 10 then begin at 1 again. Sometimes I find it helps me find my breathing and the voice becomes like background chatter instead of front stage.

I can relate to this very much. I often feel like I am no one and nothing beyond a sort of "vessel" or "container" in which other Parts fill up with their own emotions, thoughts, and experiences. It's hard to feel that way.