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Photo by Ruth Orkin |
Pure love
Oktobre Taylor
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Photo by Ruth Orkin |
Pure love
Oktobre Taylor
They look the same, but they aren't the same.
It's so subtle that most won't recognize the difference, but there is a difference.
The one on the right is hyper focused on spirituality, personal growth, trusts easily and seeks companionship. She seeks knowledge and loves to analyze her dreams to understand herself better. She feels a lot and is compelled to express those feelings through her creations and written word. She is very focused on her inner world.
The one on the left feels much less. She's focused more on performing a daily work routine that results in income so needs can be met. She doesn't easily trust and prefers her own company to that of others. Spiritual growth isn't a focus for her and dreams aren't paid that much attention. She is more focused on the material external world.
The one on the right has disappeared. She vacated the driver's seat and the other one took over. We only realized it, recently, when we noticed the desire to create had completely disappeared. There are less ups and downs in emotions with the left one driving. She doesn't share much and simply looks forward to working.
It's a strange thing to recognize when an alternate persona has taken over the driver's seat. It's happened before when Bleu took over. He is a very mischievous and brash person. He approaches injustice very differently to the others. He is outspoken and loud.
No'ah is the funny one. He likes to laugh and play. Nothing is very serious to him...he is always in the passenger seat contributing randomly.
Does this realization mean DID is our diagnosis? Honestly, I think we all have alters who take over, but we don't always recognize them as unique separate personas who live within the vessel. We simply chalk it up to "I have writer's block" or whatever the switch might be for an individual.
No, it's not a block, it's a whole literal switch of who is controlling the body. A whole different persona has taken over and they don't have the same drive to create in the same way or the same interests. The sooner we recognize this about ourselves, the sooner we can honor each alternate persona and not beat them up for not being exactly like the others. We can just let them be and recognize what assets they bring to the table.
We like the angsty one, but she has stepped back and hasn't been answering her phone when we try to call her up. Maybe she will be back eventually, but the one in charge right now is a lot more stable emotionally, so it's a nice vacation for the body and is giving us the opportunity to heal the physical self which has been extremely neglected for so long.
Can you identify the different personas inhabiting your own physical vessel?
Do you honor and value them or are you always trying to get a different version of yourself back when they have taken a break?
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Judith Beheading Holofernes Painting by Artemisia Gentileschi |
Anything I might have felt for you, the you behind the character you were performing, died yesterday. Congratulations on repeating a pattern of self sabotage where you push people away through your own behaviors and then cry when they leave, "Everyone abandons me!'
Maybe someone did abandon you once and left a gaping wound, but now you play it out over and over in your life. You keep playing out the same scenes because you are doing it to yourself. All of us do it...play out our wounds over and over, hurt ourselves and then claim someone else is doing it to us.... until we decide to heal.
I hope someday you choose to heal. I hope some day you stop pretending to be a host of different characters and finally figure out who you want to be and embody that person. I hope that person is a kind, compassionate and loving person and has the ability to consider if their actions and behavior would be that which they would want if roles were reversed. You know, treat others the way you would want them to treat you.
I'm not your therapist. It's not my job to heal you.
I'm not your mommy. It's not my job to mother you.
I'm not your anything....not even your victim because I willingly participated even though I knew it was a ruse.
Kindly fuck off and don't come back trying to talk to me again.
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Photo by Aaron Mundow |
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Painting by Emile Auguste Hublin |
I can only remember fragments of dreams. I remember a bit where I was traversing a precarious path with someone in a vehicle. I didn't think the vehicle we were in would be able to navigate this path that was on the side of a steep cliffside. It didn't feel safe but my companion kept going and we made it through okay. There was something about gathering ingredients for some cure that could help a lot of people. Someone came along who was trying to prevent the cure, I'm not sure who. I just remember they were trying to prevent it. Someone, maybe my companion, put the ingredients into different containers, thus, preventing them from being taken, but they were actually harder to transport the cure in. I remember one of the containers having a green substance. Green is the color of the outer heart chakra.
I vaguely remember being in a car that seems to be moving on its own and was about to rear-end another car. I reached over to the empty driver's seat and stomped on the brakes, but the car only slowed and kept moving and hit the back of a car but didn't do much damage.
As I was waking, I saw myself holding a few stacked trays of eggs and then lose my balance and they started to turn upside down, but then I acted quickly and kept the eggs moving so they were upright again and none of them were lost or broken. As I was processing what I saw, I heard, "He's about to lose it all but he can still turn it all around and save it. He simply has to open up and talk about it now. He has to find his voice."
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Photo by Monia Merlo |
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Art by kelogsloops |
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Art by kelogsloops |