March 2, 2008
Dissociative identity disorder with battle scars.
I have therapy tomorrow and I feel terrible tonight. I try to think of why I should be grateful and why I should feel better. I tell myself I should be grateful that I don't have cancer or an incurable mental illness. After a while though I realize I don't care what I should be and I realize that what I really am is nauseous. When I think about the grotesque amount of rape and physical and psychological torture I somehow managed to survive I feel like I want to dig a hole into the earth and crawl into it and die.