I am so early in my recovery, or maybe I should say rebuilding, or coming together. I am frustrated that I can't just be well.
Multiples. You guys use the term so effortlessly, is that what hapens? I am starting to recognize the eight year old boy inside me, and I am feeling how much of a divide there is from him. He acts out, but more importantly, right now he is hiding, and releasing some weird narcotic into my brain to keep me from even wanting to find him.
I am bored with trying to find him. I told my therapist I want to isolate him and cauterize him. My therapist said, okay, try, see if that works. Man, this guy is good. Okay, I can't isolate him and kill him but he is anesthetizing me, what the fuck do I do?
Whoops, went off on a tangent, my point was, these really are multiples, aren't they? The thing is, Broken, that I believe I HAVE "found out exactly why you split and confront it" or have I?
And another shot of narcotic enters my brain and says, "just take it easy, why are you trying so hard, don't worry..." That little kid has some powerful drugs with him.
And let the darkness fear our light.