In the group home where we live, our bedrooms are cold. The cold reminds me of being in an old house where we used to live with my parents. We had no food, no blankets, and very little clothing. I know I’m not there now, but it’s so cold that it just reminds me of being there ‘ag. Other than that, I’m having a prety okay day. Haven’t had the urge to cut… That’s good. When I take naps without taking my medicine for nightmares, I still have them which isn’t good, but I survive. I’ve been fighting the urges to not eat or to purge my food. I’m happy to say that I’ve made it successfully without doing either. I also haven’t had any breakdowns which makes today a good day. Never stop believing in yourself.
living life to the fullest with dissociative identity disorder and other mental illnesses
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I’m so sorry about the rooms being cold and that reminding you of the neglect of your parents. It’s understandable this would bring up those memories. I’m sorry you have nightmares but glad you take meds for them. I’m glad you haven’t cut or had eating issues.
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