For the past 3 years I’d to do this thing I’d call chameleon. I purchased all kinds of wigs & contacts in different colors & styles, & I would get dressed up how I felt that look needed & go out into places like that. I felt completely invisible yet seen. Actually they wanted to be seen. Mind 🤯

None of my alters gave their names when asked. Actually, I could tell that there’d be almost an irritation at the question. I wonder why they don’t say? But, day alter did tell a friend about a younger alter, and she said her name was Beth. She said they are always having to push her to the

Before I actually started to hear my alters or before they made themselves known. 1. I thought I was getting possessed (mini possessed) is what I’d call it 2. People staring to point out things I had no memory of 3. A old wooden door appeared right in front of me peered open a little

I have many issues 1. I can’t hurt the people I once loved, even if they are being horrible, cruel & aggressive, inflicting pain so deep I become numb until eventually I emotionally crack. I don’t know why I am this way, I know it’s not ok. But I don’t want to be the cause of their pain by leaving

Has this happened to you? I could be having a conversation with someone and all of a sudden I am in this wide open grassy field in circled by a deep forest. The wind is blowing through my hair and but I can’t hear anything, it’s completely silent there. I’m trapped in my head for some minutes.

My name is Christina and I’m a creator navigating life with Bipolar 1, Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), PTSD, depression, and anxiety. My creations are deeply personal, reflecting the ups, downs, and inbetweens of living with mental illness.

Trauma can feel isolating, like you’re drowning in emotions too heavy to carry alone. But just as the ocean ebbs and flows, so do our experiences with pain, resilience, and healing. Here, we embrace the full spectrum of emotions without judgment, without shame.