DiD and Moving

I’ve recently moved states, as in, yesterday. It can be difficult for someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder to make large changes. I get agitated and confused. I’ve lost all sense of where on Earth I am. As I create new memories and become acquainted...

My Marriage Isn’t Fair

  There is a lot of talk about marriage. Books outline how to have good ones. Articles sum up everything that is wrong and right about the entire “institution”. Workshops are filled with people trying to find better ways to be married. Counselor...
Me and My #Selfie

Me and My #Selfie

I am like everyone in that I want to look polished, chic, slender, and the rest of the laundry list. My list of insecurities ranks as one of the lengthiest of its kind since middle school. I don’t feel ugly, most of the time, but I do feel way less than what...

Off the Wagon

Not blogging was weird. I did write a blog, but it deleted itself somehow. I should say that going a week without posting a blog was weird. There has been a deluge of poor things happening in my life.  I wish that I could explain and be one of those people who writes...

Hang In There, Baby

Staring at the screen of this computer someone is lending me indefinitely, trying to write a post for the new website another friend made me, in a bed that someone else gave me, in a house that Doug and I are welcome to stay in rent-free, I can’t help but be...