5 Alive

I grabbed a cigarette. Thinking this was one cool old guy.  We started therapy at that little brown shack.  'Emergency' it said on the door.  'Crisis'.  Yep. I fit it.  I was ready to drive into a brick wall. Something, inside...a block to this end.  I think he suspected then. Disassociative. No word. He would ask "Are you in there?" as I often fogged out.  Sometimes..." That is odd..." "That doesn't sound like you..."  Odd times I would find him staring at me looking shocked. It was long ago now.  I needed help and this man did what he could.  He was good with me.  No one knew about DID then.  We didn't know we were multiple.  I really didn't feel it unless I panicked and felt like I had a blackout.  I was young.  University was a huge step that had set me off.  Working 3 jobs and saving to go had been the  pressure.  I would also have been the first in my family to go. I felt that.  We worked therapy for about 8 weeks when he

I can see her Not close enough Eyes pleading Noise drowns  Her screams I can see hands  Tugging her As I reach Close, so close I can feel Her deep terror Desperation I cannot get her I beg to the sky I beg to those hands Release her Release her Release me Let me go  Please Its a dream. I have these type frequent.  A child No faces I am outside But it is me At other times I am older Again, outside myself.  Perhaps 12 at most.  It is so real.  Sound. Smell. Details. No faces. Mine.  No perpetrator.  Hands. A necklace. Not enough.  A nightmare. A flashback.  They come frequent.  I know feeling stressed and vulnerable makes it happen often times.  Sometimes it is a way in starting to heal from some of these traumatic events. I know, therefore, I can work on.  A painful path.  I am tired.  My body is sore.  I feel quite drained.  Day rest seems easier. I have fewer of these terrors.  Nap. Nap.  At least rest. 

Silenced by the perpetrators of my abuse, over years, different people at different times made it clear the importance of secrets.  To speak the truths as a child would be ignored and painfully quieted.  Threats made to loved ones also firmed my mouth in resolve of self censorship.  In doing so, under circumstances a mind cannot process my psyche splintered. I fragmented in mind several times over.  In aging some of these self secrets have come forward. Memories clear and detailed. Flashbacks. Secrets from my past have been told by some who have forgotten they were secrets... These have been like a flood of pieces of my life puzzlecoming together. Things from 40 us years ago begin to make sense.  What to do with some of this is still eluding.  Sigh. 

Been a string of grey and tough days.  Lots of just life and maneuvering all unfamiliar territory.  Part, the move, and the continued work shifting things in the building. New elevators and windows is hectic and noisy.  Part is a feeling of deja vu from long ago married days.  So 'we' have some confusion and that has led to panic and panic hooking flashbacks. We have medication to try to cope. I have gotten pretty housebound. Not doing peopling.  The hardest is my calling and visiting folks. Particularly my step father...he is in mind decline very fast and I really am not coping.  As a system we are all over.  We just haven't been coping with life.  I have been hit and miss with any communication.  My anxiety is out of control.  Stress is really high.  Too many things.  Mostly around my parents.  My step father has been my rock. There is also now age released secrets that thry both share...I feel confused about the history.  My paternity in question... I have decided to sec