I was going through some of my old papers earlier and found this, from April last year:

My life is out of control, but I am trying to trust the process because the parts of myself that step in and take over seem to be quite capable. I need to recognise that they are ME, that they – 


This, of course, was before I thought I might have DID – or before I *thought* I thought I might have DID. Confused yet? I am.