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Dissociative Personal Stories















The Real Me

Everyone who cared had tried to help me for so long, but nothing was working. The elders of my church, although they placed no confidence in psychology, didn’t know...


My New Life

At the age of 23, I woke up one weekday morning with the feeling that something was wrong. I searched my mind. Oh, yes. I remembered. I remembered that...


Bird in the Invisible Cage

As I watched my 68-year-old father hug my 16-year-old daughter at the airport, my stomach tightened around the bag of worms, renewing that old, buried feeling. My son waited...