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,...
...I appear to have an alter who's not *exactly* an alter.
...It's more like, my onboard attachment to a Goddess.
Right before this current spate of nastiness began in earnest, I was half-awake, and...I felt drawn in to her arms.
Like I was being held and loved.
I felt safe...I NEVER feel safe!
Hopefully I can strengthen my connection to that place of safety, getting those cuddles. I hope so, because it's not my time to die yet...pretty obviously so, no matter how bad it is I want to die on any particular day.
There's been a great number of times that I was almost killed.
I got rearended by a truck on a bicycle, for instance( totally my fault, too ) and when I was lying on the pavement, I could feel the radiator fan blowing downward onto my forehead, meaning the front tire of the truck had to be about a foot from my head.
More recently I almost met a drunk driver going west in the eastbound lanes and hauling ass. Since I was doing 70 in my little car, going in the other direction, I'm pretty sure I would have been squished.
I have good reflexes though.
I was over in the breakdown lane and stopped by the time he flew past me in this giant diesel pickup.
Car wrecks...the first and worst of which left me with hardware in my shortened left arm.
All this is not to mention bronchitis, pneumonia, asthma attacks that could have killed me...I dunno how the hell it is I'm still here, you know?
...So I don't get to go home yet.
I have stuff I'm supposed to do here, I gather. Not sure what.
Right now I have to clean my space, though.
...It's more like, my onboard attachment to a Goddess.
Right before this current spate of nastiness began in earnest, I was half-awake, and...I felt drawn in to her arms.
Like I was being held and loved.
I felt safe...I NEVER feel safe!
Hopefully I can strengthen my connection to that place of safety, getting those cuddles. I hope so, because it's not my time to die yet...pretty obviously so, no matter how bad it is I want to die on any particular day.
There's been a great number of times that I was almost killed.
I got rearended by a truck on a bicycle, for instance( totally my fault, too ) and when I was lying on the pavement, I could feel the radiator fan blowing downward onto my forehead, meaning the front tire of the truck had to be about a foot from my head.
More recently I almost met a drunk driver going west in the eastbound lanes and hauling ass. Since I was doing 70 in my little car, going in the other direction, I'm pretty sure I would have been squished.
I have good reflexes though.
I was over in the breakdown lane and stopped by the time he flew past me in this giant diesel pickup.
Car wrecks...the first and worst of which left me with hardware in my shortened left arm.
All this is not to mention bronchitis, pneumonia, asthma attacks that could have killed me...I dunno how the hell it is I'm still here, you know?
...So I don't get to go home yet.
I have stuff I'm supposed to do here, I gather. Not sure what.
Right now I have to clean my space, though.
We are not merely survivors, we are "transcendors".
Your purpose is clear, to show others how to live.
Thanks for being here.
"...So I don't get to go home yet.
I have stuff I'm supposed to do here," Me too.
I've also had a few near-death-experiences. In a few of them God let me know why I'm here. I'm here to learn about how much God loves everyone, and to learn how to be an instrument of that great merciful Love.
In the first one, I heard a voice ask "Do you want to come now? or do you want to Love those you didn't Love before?"
You are one of the ones that I didn't Love then, cuz it was a few years ago and I hadn't virtually met you yet. I know I'm not good at it but I am trying my best.
When I've learned enough about Merciful Love and am doing it enough, then I can go Home.
meanwhile , here we are, in a support group. I wonder if there is one for those who have had nde's and really want to go Home, and it's hard to wait.
The idea of 'going Home' is different than the idea of just dying.