I am a broken woman.
I have no dreams, only nightmares.
My heart, defective, although it continues to beat,
too stubborn to quit.
There is no light in my darkness.
I see through blind eyes.
My spirit, destroyed, replaced by screams,
which echo and repeat.
My body, a sinking vessel. Trying to stay afloat,
while weighted down with confusion, frustration and despair.
A lost compass in the turbulent sea.
My voice muted, every word, scarred by
a fucked up mentality and tangled emotions.
Everything about me.
BROKEN
I've just discovered I have D.I.D. Its not easy for me or my alters. As you read these blog entries, some are by me and some are by them. Each one us expressing a moment of joy or frustration as we learn to adapt to our new life and flood of bad memories.
Monday, May 13, 2019
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