Daily Archive for March 5th, 2009

I Will and I Refuse

Published on March 5, 2009 in Mental Health. 2 Comments

Today I Will

  1. Take advantage of the warmer day and spend some time outside.
  2. Eat a healthy meal my body is worthy of. Fast food is like a slap in the face.
  3. Accept that yes I am angry but that I have healing options which can help ease the discomfort.
  4. Sew for myself.
  5. Look for opportunities and situations that will lighten my heart.

Today I Refuse

  1. To be discouraged by another person’s apathy.
  2. To be eaten alive by my own anger.
  3. To hold on to past relationships that have proven time and again to destroy progress in my healing process.
  4. I REFUSE TO GO BACK TO BED BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO FACE THIS DAY.
  5. To separate myself from the human race and be silent. I will not be silent.

J of A

DREAM: Backwards Motion

Published on March 5, 2009 in Dissociative Identity Disorder, Dream Therapy, Dreams, PTSD and Therapy. 0 Comments

We were dancing. The only time we felt free to move was when we danced alone. A masked lady asked questions about DID but I had a hard time helping her understand it’s not always obvious when a person switches. She thought every survivor must have DID and that every person who acted out of character must have DID. She told me about a case study where a man who hurt people probably did so because of his disorder. I tried to explain that I knew the case and the man never even implied he had inside people. As we talked small children danced and pretended to have a good time. When the masked women went inside the sun immediately went down and the small children disappeared. I danced with a young man who lived with the masked woman. The only time he moved freely was when he danced alone.

The dream changed from the two of us outside alone on a hill with huge stars in the sky to me naked and being spat on by him and another person. I can’t remember if the other person was male or female. I was soaked from head to food in spit. I got away from them and went inside the house where the mother of the two people was to try and get some clothing and maybe a ride home. The mother was combative and angry about my disorder. Continue reading ‘DREAM: Backwards Motion’