Day 18

Most days I feel like I am suffering from Dissociative identity disorder.

There’s the coping okay and strong one who everyone sees.

There’s the puddle of tears on the floor needing a ton of hugs one. No one sees.

There’s the ‘I got married at nineteen and that’s all I know’ terrified one who hides whenever anyone appears.

Then there’s the ‘play the music louder, dance a little, enjoy the solitude you’ve never had’ one.

Finally, there’s the paralyzed in place one. She’s the one who feels like she’s forgetting some vital things that will bite her in the ass in the future.

 

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About doggonedmysteries

Agented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner --we have two, Avid gardener.

Posted on March 10, 2019, in My blog. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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