Her Ten Alters

Her Ten Alters

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Growing up, Shentel was being called names. Her peers thought she was a pathological liar, bipolar, and psychotic for behaving differently every single day. Shentel came to a point where she believed she was possessed and slowly accepted that she was crazy for hearing voices inside her head. But things changed when she got professionally diagnosed. She has Dissociative Identity Disorder where her brain developed many alters/identities to cope up with her past repetitive trauma. How will she handle those alters who have their own personality, taste, and sexuality? How will she face the stigmatized reality of DID? And how will she fall in love? (Together let's unfold a story that aims to bust stigma depicting people with mental disorders as taboo and dangerous. This story is also meant to educate everyone to terminate using psychological illnesses as adjectives.)
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Book One of Five in the New Beginnings Series. **You do NOT have to read Inhale, Exhale, & Breathe to enjoy these stories** #1 in bxb tag: 09/21/2024 #4 in friendstolovers tag: 9/21/2024 CYRUS PIERCE: I'm content in my almost soundless world. I prefer to live through the romance stories I weave and post online. Hardly anyone reads my books, even if they're free, but I do have one fan, and he's supported me since I started writing two years ago. Except, my writing started to take a depressing dive when I realized that you simply couldn't prevent nor protect your heart from falling for someone. For him. For the one who had no interest in me. When I fell in love with him, I thought we had a chance. It was an accident. Turned out, I couldn't be more wrong. He doesn't want me, and I wasn't supposed to have him. It didn't matter if he showed up in the bookstore every day, talking to everyone else except me. Nor did it matter at all because he didn't know sign language. He couldn't learn. We couldn't communicate. But after I go on a date and it ends in putrid disaster, he makes his appearance known, and he's angry. Then he's doing things for me that confuse me. My stories are filling up with pages of content, dreams that I want to come true, and my mystery commenter encourages me to continue-to reach my happiness. To take what I want. But the activities planned start sparking familiarity-like I lived it before, or maybe dreamed it. Or maybe, just maybe, I'd written it before? My mind is spiraling, but I can't stop myself from getting closer and closer to him. I'm not supposed to have him, but my heart craves him. Sage Monroe, I'm in love with you, and I'm scared now because I have a feeling that you've been communicating with me in more ways than one.

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