As I discover my parts, I am exploring & sharing what I learn
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 →
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 →
I want to apologize to my followers for my long absence. Many trials and challenges have come forth in recent months, followed by many blessings. Some of them I did write about, and you can read at MaggieSlighte.com. Others, I kept close to my vest...which is never a good thing for people like me. I... Continue Reading →
Not too long ago, I was given the fantastic blessing of staying with a local woman in her apartment for a few days. I'm sure she felt a little slighted when I chose to leave a day earlier than planned after a couple of unexpected trials hit my plate.
Although previously thought to be a rare disorder, it has been found that 1 in 3 of the general population actually meet the criteria for diagnosis of D.I.D., making it just as common as bipolar disorder or schizophrenia.
Thursday night I had a deadline in a class at school. I wasn't here. Not that I wasn't PHYSICALLY here. but I wasn't the primary personality. In fact, I have very little communication with that personality. It's not that she is a "bad" person, but I had switched. I experienced a trigger. Many triggers in fact. I... 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.
My MEs System 
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