I am back to being that part who is uncertain about everything. I know I'm not well but I feel like such a fake, a poser, a loser, a hypochondriac. I question everything, I'm certain about nothing except I know I love S. He is my axis mundi.
Yes I have been diagnosed with PTSD. Yes I have my referral to the Trauma&Dissociation inpatients program but aren't I just making a fuss to get out of being more functional? Aren't I just lazy and pathetic?
Haven't people been through properly horrid things like wars and seeing people murdered in front of them? I don't deserve this consideration. I don't believe anything I claim. I just don't believe in me. I think I probably just got what was coming to me. I'm not good. People think I am because they don't know how disgusting a person I actually am. They don't know I'm a faker, a poser, a loser. I'm weaker and way more pathetic than
most. I don't believe all that I love myself bs that other parts might go on about. I'm just a faker who's getting tired because faking is tiring. I disgust myself. I disappoint myself. I am an almost non-person of non-repute. People disregard me and hate me and disrespect me because I am not worthy.
No wonder she has separate parts that have their own personalities, some of them are actually cool, strong or awesome but she is fractured, pathetic, a non-person, a tool, only worth anything by virtue of being useful or providing pleasure for others.
She is probably making it up. She is so full of shit. She should be ashamed of herself. How does she even know she was raped as a baby? Or a toddler? She doesn't. Just because she was frightened and isolated as a child. Slutty from the start. Just because she would lie awake and shake in fear. No one cares. No.one "saw" her. So she might as well not have existed. She wanted to disappear. She tried to starve herself into the ground when she started developing into womanhood. It was too frightening. To disgusting. Her mum stuck stuff up her bum. People threatened to kill her. Her mum never loved her. Her mum was disgusted with her. She was a nuisance. She was a "difficult child" she was "happier when given magic mushrooms" as a small child. Other than that she was an unhappy, frightened, petrified child. Dissociated. Can't remember much of her life. Just lame. This part is disgusted with her. Ashamed of her. I don't want to be her. I don't want to be. Bring Linetta Ray in, or Nyah, bring on a part that isn't lame and broken and doesn't even know.