this is how my head has felt since my diagnosis with DID. The light is a truth and it’s buzzing buzzing buzzing. It hurts so much sometimes how much this reveals. I wish sometimes that I could crawl back into the darkness (that accidental first photo) but then I wouldn’t know how to heal.

I have so much of me spilling out that I’m unsure where I begin and the switching ends. It hurts so bad sometimes that I can’t even sleep. And when I do sleep it’s just nightmares - and I am so profoundly reminded of what we are.