histórias de Dissociate

when nothing feels real and you're slipping in and out of dreams, no longer able to differentiate reality and fantasy

Entry 5 - circa 2017

Ego Death

Life can drag you down, sometimes you help it.

***trigger warning for entire story*** i get it. i'm emo. this is for me tho. just let me make my own type of art. maybe this will help me remember. **trigger warnings** before certain chapters. for the people involved in this, rules are: 1. you cannot respond to your chapters until you've read it all through. 2. you cannot confront me about my personal issues. ((thats why theyre called "personal")) 3. any questions can be pm-ed after it's over. and most importantly, 4. you are only allowed to read with an open mind, heart, and unclouded eyes. if you walk in blind in any way, it will be bad.

What the subconscious may hold, truth or not, is something to be ventured.

(Ranked 30th in Adrenaline, and #1 in Whatsgoingtohappen!) Who would you trust in a room full of strangers? How could you tell who had your back and who was hiding a dagger behind theirs to stab yours? E.M.T Jack Rebel was just doing his job. How was he to foresee the result? The work of an E.M.T (Emergency Medical Technician) isn't exactly easy, but who could predict what it would lead to... When he and a buddy are hiking in one of Alaska's nature reserves and something unthinkable happens, how will they survive? Drew is just an ordinary 20 year old, except for the fact that he has a strange knack for digital hacking. Who knew he could be so good at something? When he takes a job to earn some money, he had no idea what he'd gotten himself into. This place is odd. They say no one has ever left at their own desire. They've either been sent away or-no one really knows. Most have foggy backgrounds, but... some either don't want others to know, or they just can't remember. Who would you trust? Decide now, where your loyalties lie. Everything is temporary; emotions, thoughts, people and scenery. Don't become too attached or you'll suffer the consequences.

in every version of her reality she always makes it to the end. I. and if I'm close to Suicide it's because she hovers over my grave pruning wilted petals before they fall a bouquet of attempts to hand me on my death bed I... always... make it to the end ... doesn't Moon know that Lightning's tripwire is around her neck and all she has to do is kick the stars out from under her? II. doesn't Atmosphere know all she has do is smile as men slice open her spring? ... and Trauma holds me hostage the way the Earth reclaims a gravestone if I sink down far enough there's a field of green above me III. doesn't Venus know all she has to do is lose her voice for nine months to build the crest of a universe she didn't ask for? ... ​​ does Reality know by now that she's worth it?

Sometimes, When life gets really painful, My eyeballs flutter around, Like tiny little butterflies, And my brain flies away, To better days.

Mateo Alvarez is a King in the eyes of the business community. From a young age of 22, he took over his father's company and rose it to the top, giving him everything that he could ever want that money could buy him. Yet still, even with all of his possessions, a King can feel empty. So what happens when this King gets temporary custody of a frail, little 'mouse' who just so happens to be connected to the one person he thought was out of his life for good.

This is going to talk about my experiences and my alters will give some information about themselves!

A poem about panic attacks

When a person has Dissociative Identity Disorder, there is a place in their head where the alters go when they are not in control of the body. These are called Inner Worlds, and they can be stunningly complex. This collection of short stories and lore are real events that have happened in our inner world. As far-fetched as some of these stories seem, it would be hard to make this sh*t up. Open your mind along with your eyes and take a step into the place most of us know as home.

dissociation and end of the world new genre

Gerard Way was hopeless. He only had his little brother, Mikey. They had always been close but Gerard knew he was slowly tearing them apart. Mikey was the only thing he loved, his only reason. But he needed Mikey to hate him. It wasn't an option. [TW: suicide, depression, mental disorders, eating disorders, self-harm, language]

Aloneness is different than lonliness.

Hello! This is just a quick profilers story for my alters. D.I.D- Dissociative Identity Disorder, formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder. The main list is linked here: battysystem.carrd.co

a poem I wrote on February 12, 2020

We are a system that has been attempting to get diagnosed for several years now, but since that process is very slow, we have to try some healing on our own. Some alters have a lot of trauma revolving online and this website specifically. We are attempting this as a healing exercise. Our account may have stories, fanfiction, etc, but this is an autobiographical/journal style upkeep for the healing of particular trauma. Feel free to join us on this journey. Natalie, the system's host.