I found another peep, another alter … and I am scared.
She’s a problem, and her name is Sabrina.
I’ve been aware of Sabrina’s behaviors before now, but it occurred to me this weekend that everything I’ve observed makes up an alter. I always thought I was just crazy in another form. Now at least I know what form of crazy I am.
While sitting during an acoustic jazz concert I became aware that she was trying to tell me her name. I should probably stop going to concerts because I find that I dissociate or switch during them. I’ve no idea why, and it’s vexing because I enjoy live music.
It became a battle between Beatriz and Sabrina.
I won in the end, but I lost time afterwards, then fell asleep. But at least I didn’t do what Sabrina wanted. I’ll just say it would have been a backwards step, a slip, a let-down.
Sabrina wanted Jack, but Jack is my friend. We managed to get home without disastrous moves.
I’m exhausted from the experience.
you’re not crazy. i’m sorry things are so hard, sending hugs you’re way. xo
Thanksfor posting almost everyday I look forward to them… They make me feel not alone.
You are doing so well xx
Thanks, Bourbon. You are too! You’re going through a lot, and really pulling through a lot.
I hope now that you know her name, you can find a measure of peace with her.
Boy, you really hit the nail on head. That’s exactly what Doc and I talked about in session today. What a doozy that was! Apparently finding peace with her is the only chance of not having another disaster.
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