Maybe you’ll think I’m crazy. Maybe I’ll think I’m crazy.
Without any official diagnoses, I’ve been working to accept I’m likely somewhere on the DID spectrum. People I know currently confirm entire conversations and experiences I cannot remember. Exes I’ve reached back out to have provided data from their own experiences interacting with me. An old childhood journal provides the craziest noticeable changes in font, topics, and tone that I certainly don’t ever remembering bothering to decide to make.
This is my place to dump my links and research, to output my rants and vents and thoughts and concerns and fears. Physical writing is too slow, and too easy to put off. This will be available everywhere I have internet (so everywhere).
It took a lot to get to the point of creating this site. Just this past weekend the mere thought and discussion of doing this caused a sudden inability to think straight, with an overwhelming urge to go lie down to sleep. Perhaps someone doesn’t want me to do this. I spent so much of my life running from the world through games and books. I bet it was pretty easy to keep ignorant with no interaction with other people to cross reference.
I’ve been working on emerging back into a crazy world, and no surprise what worked so far in my life isn’t working anymore. I feel like there’s still noticeable resistance: from someone else, from my current conscious self, from both, I don’t know. But my gut or someone inside says making this site will help.
So I did.
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