Dissociative identity disorder Stories

541 souls call my body home. 541 souls make my brain work 541 parts; alters; headmates; facets; selves; fractures; fragments 541 people with feelings, dreams and trauma of their own One body. To feel and exist through all at once One mind to keep stable, lucid, functioning. No pay check, We’re all just trapped here In this disabled, flesh, cage. 541 lonely people in one hard to love body In a hard to exist, too expensive...