I don’t feel crazy.
Things have shifted. I don’t feel fragmented. I don’t feel as if I’ve ever been fragmented.
The alters seem like a distant collection of imaginary friends I used to play with as a child. Even then, they don’t seem real or identifiable. At least right now, Lucy and Goldie – for example- are just names to emotions. Labels.
There’s no time lost. There’s no void. I’m in control and even when I’m not, I am still.
I’d say this is a good thing, except for the fact that I feel irritated, and perhaps slightly angry, that I’ve even HAD alters. I feel almost silly….
Does any of this make sense?
I feel like I grew up.