5-100.7

I am 5-100.7. You may call me 5 or five. If you do not want to call me numbers you can call me Galaxy.

This blog is for me and me only. It is a vent-blog that welcomes questions, this blog will contain very triggering topics.

"Why is this public?" — I want to show the dark side of DID, I am so tired of people thinking it is just 'friends in your head' when it is mostly suffering. Sure, I have my good moments, but most of the time, I am in a constant loop of panic, flashbacks and depressive episodes.

Some things to know before interacting:

Trans-RAMC0A or anything similar is not welcome on this blog, I will block you.

I will not put up much of a DNI, I will simply block blogs I don't feel comfortable with.

This blog is mostly used by extremely traumatized and programmed alters.

This blog will contain triggering content, I cannot stop you from reading it, but please be careful, step away if it becomes too much for you.

Who am I?

I am 5-100.7. You may call me 5 or five. If you do not want to call me numbers you can call me Galaxy. I use she/he/it pronouns.

I am a survivor of extreme abuse. I do not owe you any details unless I want to share them.

I am in my early 20s, and my exact age will never be shared for my own safety. I will not be telling you my name or the actual names of any alters.

Asks are welcome. Reposting is okay. DMs are okay.

If you need to vent, you may do so in my DMs. I might not answer though. You can also vent in my ask-box, but please state if you want me to post it or not. If you don't mention wanting it to be posted, I will take it as you not wanting it to be posted.

〔Poem〕

Teacher's pet, favorite tool.

Teacher's pet, favorite doll.

Yet I never remember your face.

White robes, candles lit.

Time to pray.

" Come child, come, trust in me.

Come child, come, don't let the darkness take you just yet.

Don't cry now, we haven't started yet. "

I was made to harm. I was made to make myself hurt. I was made for blood. I was made to never feel, never love. I was made with torture, not with love.

Waiting to be heard.

Little lamb.

Waiting to be turned.

Sharpen your teeth,

let them turn you into a wolf.

Let their hands in your head,

let their glory touch your soul.

Little lamb,

don't be afraid to bleed.