Multiple Personalities Support Group
Dissociative identity disorder is a diagnosis described as the existence in an individual of two or more distinct identities or personalities, each with its own pattern of perceiving and interacting with the environment. At least two of these personalities are considered to routinely take control of the individual's behavior, and there is also some associated memory loss,...
...This time I was doing a "head check," because we're reacting pretty hard to some interpersonal drama with my one drama-producing significant other...
As opposed to the *other* significant other, who is a little neurotic, but otherwise pretty normal...
Anyway...
My guy tried very hard to kill himself a few months back.
Joy looks dead for months...like dried, papery, crumbly.
...When I found her, she was dead, so this isn't the first time she's been dead, but that she's dead again says that we are doing very badly.
When I first found her, she was a drowned eyeless zombie, but she felt better, woke up and eventually started talking.
She is most of my ability to love, you see...
The love I felt for my parents became too dangerous, had to be excised, remained so for 32 years...along with my...I dunno, my spark. My ability to delight.
I think that my parents were so angry and unhappy themselves that they couldn't really stand to see me happy, so I had to hide the natural...well, Joy, that a six-year-old has...
When I found her, colors got brighter and I had this amazing compassion that just poured out of me...
It's gone. It's just not there.
It would explain why when we meditate, tears just start running down our face most of the time.
As opposed to the *other* significant other, who is a little neurotic, but otherwise pretty normal...
Anyway...
My guy tried very hard to kill himself a few months back.
Joy looks dead for months...like dried, papery, crumbly.
...When I found her, she was dead, so this isn't the first time she's been dead, but that she's dead again says that we are doing very badly.
When I first found her, she was a drowned eyeless zombie, but she felt better, woke up and eventually started talking.
She is most of my ability to love, you see...
The love I felt for my parents became too dangerous, had to be excised, remained so for 32 years...along with my...I dunno, my spark. My ability to delight.
I think that my parents were so angry and unhappy themselves that they couldn't really stand to see me happy, so I had to hide the natural...well, Joy, that a six-year-old has...
When I found her, colors got brighter and I had this amazing compassion that just poured out of me...
It's gone. It's just not there.
It would explain why when we meditate, tears just start running down our face most of the time.
I don't think I have EVER had that. EVER.
...No.
No we haven't.
-Katherine.
Sending you some healing energy to hopefully help a little and thinking of you all tonight.
We hope you can feel safe and Bring Joy Back!
We have felt your compassion, joy, kindness and caring so it must be in there somewhere.
(((LOVE)))