So I find myself in a psych hospital – me, in a psych hospital, how bizarre is that?! – rapidly heading towards a DID diagnosis, and I’m having a little trouble with it all.
But it’s hard to continue in denial – though a few of us are making a fine effort – when our behaviour is as erratic as it has been the last week. I’m feeling self conscious about it. I feel like I am becoming an ‘object of interest’, which isn’t much fun.
Oh there is so much more that needs to be said, but I don’t have words. This isn’t much of a post. Sorry. Today I am all about dancing.