I haven't been writing a lot on this blog. Instead, I have been making a habit of talking about Dissociative Identity Disorder very casually. Sometimes, I just refer to it as "my mental illness," other times I make sure to concentrate on the facets that have a wider mutual understanding, like complex-PTSD and anxiety as... Continue Reading →
... Its effect is to gradually undermine the victim’s confidence in his own ability to distinguish truth from falsehood, right from wrong, or reality from appearance...
As a woman whose body is shared by many different personalities, every single one of my social nightmares begins the same way: With someone approaching me as these words coming out of their mouth, "I heard you said..." It really doesn't matter what comes next. The words will all fade out no matter what they... Continue Reading →
I have been working with my new therapist, Dr. S., for almost four months now. The idea of a log progressed to a different app which was very versatile as well as easy to use, but my inner people decided it was too invasive and have stopped using it. All except for Boo, who likes to... Continue Reading →
It feels like I am in a daze. Much is happening that I can't and won't share. Not mine to. But it all has an effect. Two days before Christmas, it feels nothing like a holiday. I made a mad dash from Arizona to Grand Junction, Colorado, then to Washington, to deliver my dog's litter... Continue Reading →
I sit here, welcomed in a friend's home, waiting to hear from a court to find out if I may appear telephonically at my divorce hearing. The last six months have been eye-opening. Crazymaking it is called, when a person sets out to abuse another by causing them to believe they are "crazy." This can... Continue Reading →
We have been married for almost three years. Every month I lived with my husband, he went through both of our medicine supplies by the 10th of the month. The rest of the month he spent digging out the hidden stashes I had and complaining and begging his mother to send him money. Which she did on several occasions.
I'm a medical cannabis patient. It is the only medication that hasn't left me with debilitating side-effects. The biggest problem is unreliable supply. Why do I have an unreliable supply? Because I can't afford the retail prices for my medication. I am disabled, my only income is disability retirement insurance, which barely covers my general... Continue Reading →
If you have ever told anyone you have a mental illness, you probably know "the look." It happened to me yesterday, where I volunteer. The lady who gave it is a sweet and kind soul and probably had no clue it was even on her face. But it was. She gave me "the look." I'm... Continue Reading →