Dissociate Stories

You pulled me out of the dark.

Hello! This is just a quick profilers story for my alters. D.I.D- Dissociative Identity Disorder, formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder. The main list is linked here: battysystem.carrd.co

dissociation and end of the world new genre

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***trigger warning for entire story*** i get it. i'm emo. this is for me tho. just let me make my own type of art. maybe this will help me remember. **trigger warnings** before certain chapters. for the people involved in this, rules are: 1. you cannot respond to your chapters until you've read it all through. 2. you cannot confront me about my personal issues. ((thats why theyre called "personal")) 3. any questions can be pm-ed after it's over. and most importantly, 4. you are only allowed to read with an open mind, heart, and unclouded eyes. if you walk in blind in any way, it will be bad.

I am facing again the thoughts I thought I fought

What the subconscious may hold, truth or not, is something to be ventured.

Life can be a pain when you're self medicating.

Room of Requirement fire from Draco's pov. Idk what I'm doing but here goes! *Disclaimer: obviously I don't own the characters or Harry Potter, and I also don't hold with Rowling's views on the lgbtq+ community.* I could feel the fire licking at the base of our wobbly tower. There was nowhere else to go from here. No more towers to scramble up, no more constructions to climb. This was it.The heat radiated from all sides, the bitter smoke shoving itself down my nose and scratching my throat. I felt myself dissociating, my brain pulling me out of reality. It was a trick I'd used often over the years of secret meetings, sudden deaths, constant terror. I imagined someone telling my parents about this. They probably wouldn't even react. You don't show weakness. It's the first rule of being a Malfoy.

This is going to talk about my experiences and my alters will give some information about themselves!

when nothing feels real and you're slipping in and out of dreams, no longer able to differentiate reality and fantasy

not a schoolwork this time ^^

Sometimes, When life gets really painful, My eyeballs flutter around, Like tiny little butterflies, And my brain flies away, To better days.

Our day to day life.

Gerard Way was hopeless. He only had his little brother, Mikey. They had always been close but Gerard knew he was slowly tearing them apart. Mikey was the only thing he loved, his only reason. But he needed Mikey to hate him. It wasn't an option. [TW: suicide, depression, mental disorders, eating disorders, self-harm, language]

i don't know how to explain this. i guess it's kind of like a diary? warning- could potentially be triggering... in lots of ways. please don't read if you're easily upset or triggered! stay safe ❤️

the quite girl and class clown have a lot more in common then u think ⚠️HUGE TW⚠️ •TBC •

a poem I wrote on February 12, 2020

A poem about panic attacks