Hello, this is the mind of someone with D.I.D Part 1.

Free type, an introduction to a Multiple Mind.

I am an Unnamed Human, a pioneer of only my own soul and the ability to be soul healing to others, traumatized people to be spot on. I claim no profession. I'm too poor and against "the system" that broke me off from the "norms" to have gone to school. I prefer the internet to a classroom any day. Though I learned more by being social in school than was being taught.

I'm not really a writer either, I prefer the term... harm reduction educator-in the works, who happens to be "mentally ill" and likes to write about philosophy of such subjects as the former... as I am always learning from the people I have surrounded myself with, and will continue... Honestly, I want psychedelics and the conversation of reality and the way we look at it to be my true path of understanding and teaching hopefully with time and wisdom, and MUCH learning. My dream is to speak to as many people as I can about the propaganda of the tainted "State" that stops peoples true healing. Psychedelics. Trauma. Truth.P

Poetry is my typical style, but this is Steemit, and there are other quality people who write more eloquently than I can, or maybe ever will. My story's not over yet, don't let my words un-captivate you. I am not a Sybil. Not a Tara. But I do have "Dissociative Identity Disorder".
How you ask?
That will be more in part two. I want more of my here 'journaled life' to be reflected on as if the changes I want to make are headed more quickly our way. And that we focus on how to be without having to focus on the same subject all DID stories focus on. It's been told. But later on I shall give more detail in PT. 2. It only seems fair I guess

Back to my thoughts, spread pretty among the white screen. But dashed in black...





I only give myself credit where it is due. I have been admiring and researching this subject since I was 14 (MDMA). Going on 25 now, I look back at ten years of personal research and experiments and I am both ashamed and proud of my "past self". I knew what I was getting into before I popped the little round tablet named by its creator, Window, into my mouth. I had no idea that one night would change the course of who was in my life and how I was treated.
That night my MDMA experience did something permanent to me, making my Aspergers nearly impossible to tell if I had the disorder (another topic I question, psychology as noted...) after only one experience. My friends at the time were really shitty people and thought I was HORRIBLE for doing this drug, when they would drink and smoke weed. MDMA brought out the good and the bad of people around me, but help guide me to the place that is not of ignorance and closed mindedness. I lost them as friends but each person at that time that fell away from my circle of friends were stupid high schoolers that never got it in the first place.

I could speak of how exactly it changed me, but its weirder how my use of this therapy brought about the change of my circle of people in my life. The ones that never really cared, or pretended to to just get close to me, prey on me. They evaporated for a while until...I learned that paths aren't straight or left or right but a spiral, eternally twisting. The scene I was in wasn't to foster nearly the amount of community I craved, needed, the bright flashing lights and loud thumping music only a distraction. I feel like, looking back, I would rather take Window (MDMA), in different situations. Or I'd given more away. Shared that connection.

But here I am years later, fighting for my "sanity" as most would call it. Fighting off not only my Depressive Episodes, but the stigma of my illnesses. I finally can breathe easy knowing that I have to call my SSI office and I find out how much I can finally get from Disability. What 25 year old is happy about that? My fibromyalgia acting up. It's cold in here. It gets so loud in my head. It feels stuffed. My prescribed adhd meds can't be helping that.

I rebel against fitting into anyones boxes. I never had that shape anyhow. My anti-psychotics help the angry and the switching. Dizzing though they may be. Pills for all my ails. Pills forever, pills their sales. I don't know who to trust. Not someone who has a pill for a pill. Thats not a cure. That's industrialized death machinery.

That's normal. But with window. I can talk about things that I've never been brave enough to even deal with in my own life. I built other people that I could be. So I could keep my "things" in boxes and pressed the reset button. No more button, but I can feel the unity between each of US. It makes me hope. For not only myself, but to be a part of a movement that people need to know we've been lied to about for far too long.

Our 'system' goal is to bring awareness to Window (MDMA) and it's amazing abilities. We are sure there will be questions about US. That's fine. But honesty seems the most valued thing here.

So shall it be.