It feels like I’ve split myself up into different parts because otherwise I wouldn’t get anything done. They’re almost…characters of sorts? Personas? They each have a certain personality to them…but they’re all me. They all remember the same things. We can all do the same things, but they just help me in different ways when I’m struggling or they are me sometimes. In response to situations I will change my personality and reactions, and in turn that changes which one of them I “am” at the moment. I would assume this is because I generally have a high functioning brain that has to be doing something at all moments, so this is a way that that manifests. It doesn’t impair me at all, but it’s odd having the very thing keeping me alive also tell me that I’m a horrendous, unforgivable human being who should kill themselves.