I have DID or MPD, whichever you wanna call it.
My alter-egos have names.
One of them is Jane.
Jane is...yeah well she's psychotically angry. When she takes over, I break shit, I scream and shout, I hurt myself and another people, I have fits of rage randomly.
But it's always just been Jane. And it's like a hot anger. Red anger.
Then there's me.
Until lately I was pretty okay. No more angry than the other average person (cept Jane) and I didn't do a lot more than yell and occasionally punch the wall.
That's changing.
For the last three weeks, when I'm mad at someone, it's...cold.
Cold and calculating.
I stand there, watching them, when I'm angry or they're having a go at me.
And I imagine killing them.
In detail.
I start to plan it.
Plan their death, hidin the body...everythin
And then I get the urge to DO it too
My hands twitch and I have to restrain myself from picking up a weapon.
It's not Jane...it's me.
And it's fuckin scary.
What's goin on?
My alter-egos have names.
One of them is Jane.
Jane is...yeah well she's psychotically angry. When she takes over, I break shit, I scream and shout, I hurt myself and another people, I have fits of rage randomly.
But it's always just been Jane. And it's like a hot anger. Red anger.
Then there's me.
Until lately I was pretty okay. No more angry than the other average person (cept Jane) and I didn't do a lot more than yell and occasionally punch the wall.
That's changing.
For the last three weeks, when I'm mad at someone, it's...cold.
Cold and calculating.
I stand there, watching them, when I'm angry or they're having a go at me.
And I imagine killing them.
In detail.
I start to plan it.
Plan their death, hidin the body...everythin
And then I get the urge to DO it too
My hands twitch and I have to restrain myself from picking up a weapon.
It's not Jane...it's me.
And it's fuckin scary.
What's goin on?