If we weren’t all crazy we’d just go insane.

That’s a quote by Jimmy Buffet. I’m not sure that I’m not crazy AND insane, or if they are even mutually exclusive. I’m so lost inside the mess and dissociation that cradles my life. Having Dissociative Identity Disorder is like having a broken mind. My thoughts are disorganized. I remember face but not names of […]

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Off my meds = on to a psych ward

So, since I have no psycho-iatrist, I have no meds. Since I have no meds, I am one heartbeat away from being committed to the psycho ward/looney bin/crazy tank. My emotions are all over the range. Sad, content, committed, depressed, excited, hopeless, frantic, ect… I am fighting with D. day and night. Not just verbal […]

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Gloomy Sunday

I’m on my second cup of coffee. It is my only delight these days. I have many assignments to work on for therapy in this residential treatement. I mapped out my system’s members yesterday but am unhappy with the results. It doesn’t feel it adequately represents everyone in the system, probably because I don’t think […]

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