Written FOR ME, BY various ME's, as we come out of denial and accept our mental illness diagnosis of an as-yet-unspecified dissociative disorder (most likely Dissociative Identity Disorder). We are learning who we are...wanna watch?
What a fucking shit pile of a day. I'm pissed and since there's no once else around I'm taking it out on our husband. K hates when I do that, she gets all apologetic and weepy and tries to make up for what I say, but what the fuck ever. I'm a bitch. Fucking deal with it.