Being exposed to trauma Made me feel invalid There are more than one Identities within this body But I am a broken bowl Each shard is unique And which one is the original? There isn't one And I will never integrate Into one person, A person like you
My young brain was only trying To protect me, But it felt like it was trying to end me
Hi, I just wanted to say, that I do not have DID, but I am trying to get more of a basis of what it feels like and all of it's struggles, so I wrote a rough poem about it. If you have anything that could help me to understand DID please tell me! Stay stong DID community!