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Healing with dissociative identity disorder is not a straight path—it’s more like learning to walk a spiral staircase, where each turn brings a new perspective on the same core experiences. For a long time, I thought healing meant erasing parts of myself or somehow becoming “normal.” But the deeper I go, the more I realize it’s about acceptance, trust, and compassion toward the many parts that make me who I am.

Every alter, every fragment, carries a story that once felt too heavy to hold. Meeting them is sometimes painful, sometimes disorienting, but always an invitation to see my life from another angle. What one part remembers with fear, another might carry with resilience. What one hides in silence, another shouts in protest. Together, they form a whole picture that I never could have grasped from just a single point of view.

Healing, for me, is less about “fixing” and more about weaving—threading together the voices, the memories, and the emotions into a fabric that feels both safe and alive. Some days I resist it, some days I surrender to it, but either way, I keep moving. The work is slow, but it is also profoundly human.

And maybe that’s the heart of it: learning to honor the angles of myself that once felt broken, and instead seeing them as facets of survival, strength, and depth.

FOWC With Fandango — Angle – Facts, Fictions & Fantasies