I hate how I always have to apologize for my anxiety to other people, because it makes them uncomfortable.
I hate how I can’t sleep and it used to disturb my ex on a biblical level, because I couldn’t keep the same work hours he did, so he could keep an eye on me
I hate how one of my partners has his own triggers but couldn’t care less that i do too.
I hate my flashbacks and how I get locked in them and other people don’t understand my rage and confusion even when I’ve told them about my life and what I think to be the root of them, but with DID you just don’t know sometimes.
I hate how i am a prisoner in my own head to that shitty voice that keeps telling me I can’t, that I’m not trying hard enough, that I’m a fake that I deserved everything i got.
I hate how I switch and some people don’t like some of my alters so they try to tell me not to let them front when they are around, which by the way is a very abusive way to try to control someone else’s system. I wouldn’t be able to control that for long if at all anyways.
FUCK.
