#system days

[systemdays]

This week has been a rough one to say the least but here's a highlight:

A new guy somehow got into front (still can't access the innerworld btw he just appeared) and he's a mega fusion of around 5 alters (likely more). And guess who this man's source is?

WHY IS HIS SOURCE DANIEL FUCKING THRASHER???

I mean I'm not complaining

Welcome to the world, baby Daniel.

[systemdays]

Holy shit Valor made this???

I mean collectively we were aware but it's now setting in for me

So uh

Hi, I'm Sloane; she/he/they

Our host has been gone for a couple days and honestly I don't know why. It's not stress. Nothing bad has happened. I'm serious I don't know why he's not here when he should be.

I'm questioning if the brain wants us to move on. From what, exactly? Like...from our childhood? But our host, Weirdo, is a representation of our body and age, so I doubt it could be it.

Regardless, expect updates from me or my headmates. Maybe a poem or two. I don't have contact with the innerworld, but maybe I can make this work.

[systemdays]

Dissociative episode officially over since yesterday!!!!

Friday night I figured out who I am and then another new person jumpscared me JUST WHEN I WENT TO SLEEP

And the host is back but this isn't him talking WHAT'S UP PEOPLE I'M VALOR!!!

she/they/bite/fang :3

My personality and role are very fluid. Rn I have all the ideas and all the excitement I'm just a goblin not too attached to her source yippee

[systemdays]

Slowly figuring myself out.

This past while has been weird. I haven't been able to trigger out any headmates. Or access the innerworld. Accessing it has become more difficult in the last month or so, actually. It's like our communication is slowly dwindling. I dunno what that means.

[systemdays]

I haven't known who I am since Monday. It's weird. I've been going through all these experiences. Yet I don't know who the hell I am. My name, pronouns, appearance, everything.

I've dealt with a suspected BPD split since yesterday and am still recovering

My parents' marriage is falling apart before my eyes

I'm actually glad our host isn't here to witness this. I'm kinda glad I'm the one facing the self-loathing and pain and suffering.