I was getting too close to acknowledging the intense pain of my childhood abuse. It was coming for me. I got really scared.
As someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder, I managed to dissociate it from my awareness, and eventually switch to an Identity that doesn’t experience abuse and lives in the here and now.
My system is mad that this Identity went to therapy this week and basically “wasted” the session by talking about mostly nothing.
Our experience seems normal on the outside. We are taking care of the kids and participating in life to some degree.
Our memory is still severely impaired. My son asked me my neighbor’s name, who I know well, and I couldn’t remember it. So, so frustrating.
I don’t know how long we can hold out in this safer position. I feel sadness and suicide creeping around nearby tonight.
I read an article about Designer Kate Spade’s suicide at age 55, and found myself jealous. She left a note to her 13 year old daughter telling the daughter it wasn’t her fault. My children have always kept me from doing it.
I have a mostly good life, yet I selfishly want to end it. What is wrong with me besides the obvious?