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TW: transphobia, and some of the typical “Christian” arguments against our existence We took a fucking chance in reaching out to an old friend. He’s either part of the army or national guard or some sort thing, and our old dead name email got an update email from his wife

A note from Desi to any who read this: it is long. It is traumatizing. There are many many triggers here, so please do not read if you feel you can not handle it. Jess wrote this to journal our some of her past trauma and work through some other

Desi here fronting with Jess backseat. Mother’s Day is not a good day for her, second only to her child’s birthday, so she is having difficulties today. Personally, I feel a good deal of disdain for the day in general. Why only have a single day to celebrate mothers? As

Subtitle: Attack of the Alters (in-system joke with a vague reference to one of our fave Star Wars movies) Currently we’re just testing some fonts, and some of the different things we can do in this type of blogging space {a lot of alters want to see if we can

As other members of our system have mentioned, we started EMDR recently. There’s a lot that’s been going on in my subsystem and in my head. More, honestly, than I am able to convey. So much of this is new to me. I am accustomed to putting the weight of

I’m fronting today. Which is NOT what I want, for several reasons. First of all, it’s our system’s therapy day today. Perhaps surprising to some, me not wanting to front (especially in therapy) today is NOT because I’m running away from my own things I need to work on…at least,

TW: politics, BPD, anxiety, paranoia, depression, S/A, S/H  

Anon: -This isn’t the point of this post at all…but I wonder how much would our system kill me if I used Comic Sans for an entire blog post sometime…- We have had a really nice morning so far today. We were able to sleep in a little because we have

Midnight as come and gone, one o’ clock quickly coming. My thoughts silent yet running free like a tiger stuck in a cage. My heart feeling damaged yet steadily beating in my chest. Emotions longed buried in my chest. I wonder how I got to be here? How I survived