In the first moments of diagnosis,
With dissociative identity disorder,
I felt scared and vulnerable,
Lost in the maze of my own mind.
Mental illness took its toll,
But there was hope for healing,
In the kindness of a therapist,
Guiding me through therapy.
My alters emerged,
Each with a story to tell,
A journey of recovery,
From the depths of despair.
And in the end, the last piece fell into place,
A puzzle of self-discovery,
A testament to the power of kindness,
And the resilience of the human spirit.
Written in response to one of the 3 things prompts from a few weeks ago
Three Things Challenge #M643 | pensitivity101 (wordpress.com)
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