Ahhh yes yes, I can relate to this. One day I was dissociating in the parlor while doing my morning calisthenics. I began to rapid cycle through every single one of my 42,069 alters. Next thing you know I was stark naked walking down N361 in Lichinga. I summoned a taximen (taxi driver, referred to as a taximen in Mozambique). I said “Oi there singlet!” (I am not from the UK but at that moment I rapid cycled into one of my alters that is). “Please elp me!” I stammered. He was a very nice taximen and he got me to the airport. The only problem was that OVER 7 YEARS had passed. Turns out my alter “Trolli Sour Gummy Worms” who is a successful international businessman (pronouns: Businessman/businessself) had stolen the body and kept the front for themselves the ENTIRE TIME. Well it goes without saying that all my other alters starved and subsequently died. Stay grounded my friends.