Letty is here. I am trying to help, but there is a lot happening. Beatriz and I are trying to help Little Ronnie feel better. She won’t listen to us. I am going to try something. I am going to type a blog post for her. I actually did that last time she posted.
I want my mommy! I want my mommy! Where is she? Did she leave me? Please help me find my mommy!
So, that’s Ronnie, and The Mean One keeps singing about dying. Beatriz keeps trying to talk to her, to find out her name. But she won’t tell us. She just keeps shaking her head like she’s saying No, and she keeps singing about dying. Beatriz called Doc. He said to show Little Ronnie and The Mean One love.
We are trying.
A Very Tired Letty
10 years old
Little Ronnie is looking for her mother, and it seems like there is no consoling her. Also, the Mean One wants us all to die. Who to tend to first?
Meanwhile, someone messed with the settings on my phone. Letty, perhaps?
Never a dull moment …
Take care all,
It’s a better day today. I am tired from a weekend of being nearly completely dissociative.
I keep getting massive headaches, and I never had frequent headaches before my DID was discovered. Doc’s theory is that my peeps inside are active, and vying for attention. It makes sense, yes, it does. But it does not make me any less exhausted.
Things are coming back to me in pictures. I get this intermittent flash of pictures that I can’t put together at this point, but who knows, they may make sense later.
And with that, I can’t say much more because I am very tired. For those that don’t know, DID is very exhausting, especially for those of us just getting in the know of all things DID.