I'm aware that time is flying and has sped up. It was just Christmas. I've almost been on this website a year. Nothing is happening, our life has become stagnant but yet hasn't slowed down.

There is no sense of time past. I feel like I'm rushing to my death. The years are shorter. Memories are fewer and more less. There are no roses to smell.

This makes sense but yet it don't. It's adding to the feelings of imminent doom via MI.

We know what's happening, there's nothing to do to make it stop, but watch.

We were/are in a system wide depressive state when we wrote this, but it's true....time is flying with our memories being all segmented and chopped to bits and pieces. We barely remember yesterday let alone weeks to years.

Y'all know we switch a hundred times a day....it's like putting memories through a paper shredder and throwing it all in a dumpster, then having to find the pieces in order again.

And yes, the frustration felt is the same. So, to stay sane, we try to ignore the past and live in the ever flying present.

[kecanoe]

I hate the memory problems that come with DID. Sorry to hear you are suffering with them