#imnotdead
It’s been a weird couple of months right here.
I’ve started seeing my DID in a new light, instead of seeing it like “theres people in my head” I’m now seeing it as “all those parts of me I thought were stripped away, they’re right here. I’m not a husk of a person any more!” It sounds so optimistic and positive, but I’m also grieving. I feel like a jigsaw puzzle that some pet has gotten into and knawed all the pieces, they don’t really fit back together again, but they’re not really all right either. If you squint through one eye you can almost say “Yay, we have a full puzzle!” but as soon as you look properly every part is broken and freyed and it doesn’t really loo like the original image.
the hope is there, but the process hurts.