Sometimes I think back to how things were in childhood and just think on how there's a whole other timeline of what our childhood was like growing up. Our childhood is filled with trauma and abuse from before we were even born.
So imagining a more traumatic side is scary to say the least. Now not every system's childhood is filled to the brim with trauma. Ours just happens to be. We've been trying to reconnect with the good aspects of our childhood and things we used to like doing.
Its been a journey and now here I am. My name is Brianna - our body's deadname. A name our body hasn't gone by in years and its something. I hold intimate memories of our childhood and family in general. Mostly the good memories that have something bad tainting them. Like the memories start off nice and sweet then something happens that sours them.
I don't really feel like an imposter. I mean this is my life. I feel like I've grown a lot these past years. I think I know what has happened now. I'm simply Brianna.
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No Ficción*DID is a complex disorder with no one way of being. Misinformation is spread about DID everywhere. Hopefully with this book we can clear some things up about the disorder* I lose moments of time. Nothing huge maybe just minutes of my day and then I...
