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“Whats your opinion on x” idk i just got here
Sucks to have a dissociative amnesia disorder when you can't forget the things you actually want to forget.
Lol okay so maybe it’s not just me, but I can physically feel myself detaching from canon and I’ve already started denying some things actually happened? 😂😂
I don't think anyone on here knows this but we've had a major split and then integration of different parts in the past year and it feels like such progress (though we're not sure it actually is).
Going through an identity crisis is extra challenging when you have DID, I'm like somebody PLEASE help
anyone else feel so incredibly tired before switching? i hate it
Editing be like..
When your alters decide to start randomly liking things to be reblogged at a later date with their assigned tags....decide they no longer want to wait..create their own side blogs...and go ham.
Guys... Can we update this one first tho? What’s our focus, the blog purpose, what do we want our followers to know?
“We are apparently late for everything, random as hell, a glorious emotional clusterfuck with weird humor. Maybe its humor. Maybe it's coping. Hahaha, so many memes” -S
“sharing system sources, info, help, and humor. Also mental health stuff like coping, understanding, advocation, etc” -J
“Its basically a mental health venting and system basics blog, right.. all the psych stuff ?” - F
Well... I mean.....yes?
Sometimes memories just come to me and they're detached from everything else in my life. In the olympics there's someone with the middle name Celia. And I remember knowing someone named Celia when I was younger. I vaguely remember what she looks like. But I don't remember where I knew her from. I don't remember her in connection to any of my other friends I had at that time. I don't remember what age I was when I knew her, or what my connection was to her. One part of me knows that she was real because she feels so real, but another part of me has to doubt it because I don't remember where she's from at all. And it's a horrible feeling, like a memory just out of reach, like something on the tip of my tongue.