If my memories could return to me in order, each one in their entirety, in color-coded binders, with a glossary…
Well…
I would really fucking appreciate it.
Because right now my brain is vomiting glitter-sludge, and I have no idea what the Actual Fuck I’m looking at.
What.
Am.
I.
Supposed to do with this mess?
Yes, I am aware that it will fill itself in, but I don’t exactly know how to exist when my memory is so far past swiss cheese that it’s cobwebbed.
Who the fuck am I?
Who the actual, everliving fuck am I?
I am so tired of sitting in our headspace, waiting to be whole enough to exist.
I guess I could just front and make jokes silently to myself until I understand what they mean. That might work.
Also, I have graduated from a wisp of static to silvery puppet strings.
Just the strings, though.
So I kind of look like some sort of horror movie booby trap at this stage of subsystem integration. Which is an okay enough aesthetic, I suppose. Still not sure what I’m going to look like when we’re done, but puppet-something-or-other seems like a decent guess.
I am tired.
And confused.
And tired of being confused.
I don’t know what to DO when I am more holes than substance.
But I want to front.
Well, I guess it’s not like I have to do anything productive. I can fill our sketchbook. And…clean? Diana will be happy if that’s where our system is going with me. We haven’t had an frequently-fronting external caretaker since this latest self-awareness. And…uh…yeah…it is very evident.
I guess when I think about it, most of my headmates accomplish fronting practice at our job. Retail and I do not get along, but cleaning might create a similar mental state that I can use?
Having just ONE task-type makes me feel like a fragment/robot, but having TWO makes me feel more like a person, I guess.
So I can work with that setup.
-Charles
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I…cannot comprehend being any MORE solid than what you describe.
Holy hell is our system fragmented AF
-Melanie
Yeah…yeah, just a little bit.
-“M”
I’ve had a lot of meltdowns over missing memories. Especially over the happy good memories that I KNOW are there but can’t access. It really sucks.
I hope it gets easier, but sometimes it feels like it’s getting harder. It really isn’t fair.
So…I feel this post on a deep level. I hope it does get easier, for the both of us. <3
Thank you; this really means a lot. And I hope so too.
Ravindra