Monday, October 30, 2017

I would rather die broken


I would rather have lost a million friends
And them to say mean things to me
Than to have never have met just that one
That finally set me free

I would rather faced death
Have people walk away
Than to never have the opportunity
To have just one person want to stay

I would rather have endured the abuse
Peculiar it must sound to you
Than never have Strength, courage, it bestowed
Just to name a few

I would rather have my insiders
Be out for the world to see
Than keep them hidden, locked away
To never have them free

I would rather die broken
Shattered into pieces
Never to know healing
Than to never have lived at all

copy write:
Jill Sparks
Poet ZD

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Happy Birthday, You SOB

We are angry right now and hurt. Our feelings are hurt. So many times our feelings have been invalidated. Just want to get them out.

Understanding that sometimes stuff happens online and it could be a misinterpretation. Still though it hurts . We are angry.

Saw a past abuser who had a birthday. So many happy birthday wishes came to that page. Wow. During this body birthday we got maybe a few? Wow. Really? Just wow.

Ok. So, you all probably hate us or some shit. It’s fine. We said we would be unavailable. There is a lot of could be in this.

Won’t deny that some people did reach out to say something. Anything.

The onslaught of one of my abusers getting all that “attention” is rather painful and hurtful. It brings about old feelings of being unheard and “Invisible”shows up. Silencia makes her appearance too.
Lots show up for his party I cannot go to nor do I want to.

It just sucks. It really does. It hurts that I pushed people away and I’m hated. It does. Here is a child molester going about his life as if nothing happened. I am the one left with that pain.

He is just one person though, one. It’s complicated and I don’t speak of it.

Today though.. today. I just wanna say, happy birthday you son of a bitch. Hope you choke on cake.







Friday, October 27, 2017

Hating within

 I actually don’t care for a lot of my insiders. I don’t like what they do. I despise their feelings at times because they aren’t accurate to what I personally feel . I don’t “ accept them for who they are.

It’s odd. I have learned to be accepting towards others outside but am harsh towards my insiders within.

I have haters of all sorts. They hate people. They hate things. They hate attitudes. They just hate. I don’t like that and end up pushing them out of my awareness. Out.

That actually ends up shutting me out. I get shut out or shut up in my room. A lot of things does this but me shutting others in my system is one thing I have noticed that I do that precipitates my own getting shut up in my room.

I recently found insiders I really don’t like. I’m trying to understand them. I don’t like their feeling. I don’t like them. I would rather they just don’t exist. But they ate there. I understand their presence is for a reason. That doesn’t change my feelings about them at the present time.

In fact, I know they keep me from people and I from them. They have ruined relationships. I have lots of insiders who have done this. I don’t care for that at all.

I’m not sure how to get around that or through it. I know it’s there.

Does anyone out there also expiernce “self hate” or internal hatred?

How about an honest conversation about this and ideas on how to stop this?

Any participants?

Monday, October 23, 2017

The Secret

I’m pretending to be strong 
When beneath I’m broken 
A billion pieces 
Maybe more 

Put on the facade 
Play charades 
So that no one knows 
What I hide 

A horrible secret
No one knows 
No one could ever understand 
Like a cancer hidden

It eats me alive.....

It’s not a disease 
It’s a horrible darkness 
It hides there waiting to emerge 
Devouring my soul 

No one understands it 
No one sees it but I 
And I hide it away.. in the secret 
That no one knows 

Saturday, September 16, 2017

One Year Ago Today

One year ago, I was admitted to Bloomington Meadows psychiatric facility. My mind can't help but to go to that day. No matter what.. it is with me today. I have tears in my eyes.

I go through a particularly difficult and painful time this time of year.. every year. I am particularly afraid I will end up back in a place I don't enjoy. I don't feel particularly vulnerable but the idea that things went downhill so fast last year is on my mind. 

I saw Julie Bellamy "leaving", even though in her mind she hadn't or hasn't. I felt something coming down the pipe and I knew I couldn't stop what ever it was that was happening behind my back. I never got clear reasons for her abrupt departure just a few weeks after my hospital stay. She may well be 'still in practice' but her departure from being a full time trauma therapist to that of very little was and is still difficult for me. 

Without arguing or saying something that is cruel, I want to state again how telling me if this was so painful, we needed to stop.. just made me feel more desperate. I hated the way I was feeling to begin with. I hated what was happening. I hated it more than I wasn't getting any clear answers to what was going on. I felt my insiders getting desperate.. especially my littles. It was like they knew someone was "dying" (leaving) and they had no control over what decisions the grown ups were making. The past was most certainly colliding with the present at that juncture. 

Also the fall solstice was looming in the near future as it is now. I can't begin to tell you how hard this is. I had that going on too. Too much.. all at once colliding.. and I ended up in that facility. 

The stay in the hospital wasn't the greatest either. I am feeling particularly guilty for not speaking up about another person who was probably also had Dissociative Identity Disorder. She was speaking about cult things. A lot of folks who were also admitted spoke behind other people's backs. They often would say "Borderline Personality" and added many other things. I really felt bad for this lady but I never spoke up. I even got her roommate who asked to be moved due to the things this lady was saying. Sigh. 

This wasn't the only thing that happened either. There were others there that I heard the staff say negative things about. It felt uncomfortable but, I still said nor did I do anything. 

I met someone then who I would have liked to have kept in contact with. That didn't happen. I have much regret in that stay.

I can't make people reach out to me when I write them.. but I am thinking of them today. 

I can't say it was all bad. I had a roommate in the end that I liked. I ended up having lunch with one of the tech my last day. Those are the memories I keep.. and hold onto. 

I have a new project which is quickly becoming a reality. It's exciting and scary all at the same time. 

Today, I look back.. because it's there.. 

And I'm thinking of you all... 


Sincerely, 

All the Jill People 
Jill

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

My blog entry

Mostly this place is for me/us. Don't get very many views and that's ok. It's not important for people all over the place to read here.
I'm struggling right now with a whole lot of things. Grief, pain, guilt..lots more have once more taken over.
I dare not show it. I dare not speak it. People just don't want to hear complaints and they would rather see someone all happy and excited about what they are going through.
But I..well.. I am stuck again and feeling darkness surrounding me. It's depression., and great grief. I feel guilty for even having it. 😥
Julie the EMDR therapist .. well.. time for a confession. I said I would let her go. I said I was not going to see her. I did. I have. In fact, I am supposed to have an appointment again and struggling with knowing what to do about it. There is an intense sadness inside. A war still exists between my insiders.
I have parts ready to just move on. Parts that don't. Parts that are angry. Parts that are incredibly needy and not wanting to let go. 😑 Ugh.
 I will write something here just because it makes sense to me even though others may not understand. I have said it before. Sigh. Damn it. This hurts. It wrenches everything I have. I wanted you, Julie and any other therapist I have had to feel something. ANYTHING! I guess I want you to hurt as much as I do. I guess I want you to have some regret, or sadness. Something. Anything. It feels like I get nothing and Then I dispise the therapeutic boundary bull shit. I do. I hate it.
There are insiders who totally understand all of it and yet I see this "monster" peeking through. Tears. Damn you!
It will never be. I accept that. It doesn't make this easy for me and I have given in to this fantasy about oh.. well maybe Julie will take us back.. maybe this.. maybe that. I have held on to this for many months now to no avail. I haven't let go. Fuck me. I have failed once more.
I dabbled with the idea of just not ever showing back up. Never. Somewhere inside are littles voices tears, and crying. I hear words, "Well we know it just won't matter to her. She'll just say something to herself that isn't true about us. She'll be like, ok. We didn't come. Big deal. She will be fine."
The guilt sets in. More tears and frustration with everyone inside. Come on you guys. Grow up. That just makes things worse.
A little bit of anger too. I think mostly about just not understanding when Julie has said she can't explain it any better. We want to understand. We just can't.
It's not going to matter Julie. Not to you anyways. It won't. It will be like you feel like you did the "right thing" and it never felt that way to us. Not ever.
We don't want you to hate us. You kept saying you wanted the best for us and if the best meant letting us go then.. fly. More tears.
I have no other place to put my pain but here. I have tried to tell you. I have tried telling other people. It hurts. I hate goodbyes.
What else do I do?
Is this like my doggie and I just need to do this?
I'm hurting terribly.
Won't someone somewhere just know I'm here.. hurting?
😢

Sunday, August 6, 2017

My service dog promotion.

https://morgan6062.blog/2017/08/06/sometimes-we-all-need-a-special-friend/

Thank you, Shirley for helping me word this and for spreading the word.

Here is a link to support my endeavor to get my dream fulfilled.

https://www.youcaring.com/jillsparks-896941?fb_action_ids=909789425836783&fb_action_types=youcaringcom%3Ashare&fb_source=other_multiline&action_object_map=%5B1440719639376337%5D&action_type_map=%5B%22youcaringcom%3Ashare%22%5D&action_ref_map=%5B%5D

Monday, July 24, 2017

Continued writing Poet ZD

Copy write 2017 ZD

Hidden memories
Hidden places
Faceless people
Everywhere
Seeking freedom
Ever yearning
Peace

Comfort denied
Left alone
Tears were shunned

Be brave
Don't tell
Pretend always

Truth be told
And Silence created
How could this possibly be true

Denial set in
We let her win
And never again
Would we speak of it again


Thus I was created
To live a lie
To speak untruths
Forever shunned
And left
Because all that is left
Becomes
Liar
Liar
 ðŸ˜¢

Liar


Copy write: ZD 2017


Liar 
Liar 
Or am I avoiding 
Deep emotions 
Intense pain 
I don't want you to see
Liar 
Liar
Will you become me 
Are you just words 
Others bestowed upon me
Liar
Liar
I do confess you
I confess I said things untrue 
In hopes you wouldn't see the truth 

I can only move forward

I have made many regrets in my life. One of them is deleting a past blog. There were some writings ther that I would have liked to have had. They are gone now... deleted.
I had to stop and think about why I would have possibly wanted to delete that? It was being created during such torment. I had a lot of dissociative episodes then, who knows?
I can't take any of that back now. There is a lot of my history gone that I had posted on the internet that I can't have now.
There are other things I would like back too. I can't get those either. Loss of relationships, loss of jobs, loss of people I don't have contact with, and many more.
I can only move forward.. saving what I can when I can. I can choose to regret these losses or embrace the facts that there are many things that come and go in life. I can choose to learn from all encounters. I can learn from painful experiences. I can choose to allow that pain to be transformed into strength. I can choose defeat. I can choose triumph.
Which will I choose?
I don't have to choose to remain in painful places. I can choose to get out of them. Even if it seems impossible, I can make a small choice today to get me out of any where I want. I can make a plan.
I can look at roadblocks as an impass. I can choose not to even try something else. I can choose to try something else, just once. Trying again and again until I find the path that I want.
I don't have to stay here in misery. I can choose help. I can choose to help myself. I can ask others for help. I don't have to believe that I am a bother to others. Instead, I can ask and see what the response is over and over.
I don't have to listen to my thoughts about myself or others, especially if it is negative or defeating. I can look at the facts and determine what to do next.
I can move forward.. so can you.
Despite everything.. I can move...

To anyone feeling stuck out there.. I understand. I hear you. I still struggle with this thinking. It doesn't have to be this way.. You can choose today this moment.. to do something different. Whatever that might be..

I can only move forward.. from here.

Friday, July 21, 2017

Medication and nightmares

I currently take medication to manage anxiety and depression. I have tried to cut back on the anxiety medication because it makes me feel zoned and dissociative. I feel this way without it.
I am having some tough,  no energy symptoms that neither my primary care doctor or psychiatric nurse practitioner can seem to help.

Last night, I had this nightmare where I was in a town and aliens were hovering above. The space ship was destroying the buildings and people were trying to escape. It seemed as if I were in some kind of control over this .. or knew about what was happening. I was with someone and trying to get away from the beams of distuction.

I ended up finding a place of hiding. It was a movie theater type place with many seats. Even there, it felt unsafe.

The scene turned to outside. There was a person with a machine gun. It appeared as if trying to keep people from panicking. Perhaps trying to defend the public.

All at once, the person was like a puppet. And I could see.. or feel him being rotated in a circle. He was shooting everyone and everything in sight.

Panicked, I woke up. Can't sleep now.

I'm not into dream interpretation. I was terrified. Now writing about it. I have had similar such alien dreams that frightened me.

I guess right now.. wondering if the decrease in the medication was the.

I don't think a person was the cause.. maybe I need to stop analyzing it.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Self defeating??

Sigh..
Going through something right now and it may be self defeating.
Went into email and reading past pages about Julie.
Yes, Julie. If you ever read this.. I still hurt.  Still.
My littles are aching.. sobbing .. why?? why??!
I try to comfort them., rocking and giving what they might need.
Still there.. sobbing why..

Communication comes .. not from Julie.. and more tears now sobbing..

How could anyone possibly think of us? How?

More tears..
Pain

And wondering now
Why

Was all this self defeating????

It isn't about the message from someone sending an email..
Just wondering if going through Julie's email is self defeating????

Sigh

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Wounded Soldiers continued

We have spoken of many defeats as soldiers but, have not mentioned the victories. Yes. We have had our share of those as well. 
Our faces turn from sadness to smiles when we see the places where we have been, and the silent vicotories we have witnessed. They may be small to some, but we do have some pride in the accomplishments we have made.
We have marched this field a long time. We have not lost our own life.. that of the body. We have been wounded, but we have learned a great deal about life in general. We have unified some in the ranks that seemed impossible when we first began this battle. We have made some extrodinary friends. This we could never ever express our gratitude for.
We have found solice in some places... Places to feel safe and secure. We want to share that this is one of those places... 
We still march..


The wounded were dragged off to the medic. Scared and silent they went. Standing silently in the background are the people who said they would help. There are others too, wondering why? Why such wounds? Why must this be?
There are no answers to why the war is fought. There have been many letters sent home and away to others. Did they read them? I wonder if they were even paying attention to the shots around them. It boggles the mind to no avail.
Tears were shed. Wounds were dressed. Many were silent as they tried their best to save them. Can they even be saved? There were words spoken that cut quick to the heart. They mumbled things that were hurtful, yet true. Yes. We did this too. We were the ones who were in this to begin with. 
The medics are being retaliated against. I don't understand. Why shoot at those who bear the sign of healing? Is it such a big fear that they somehow hold guns too? They must.. and they do....
The battle continues. The soldiers are back on the field. They are so weary.. yet they march on.


Wounded Soldiers Continued

The dust settles. And the smoke clears. Looking around, we see the terrible mishap of the battle gone bad. 
Trying to talk negotiations never works. The only thing that happens is that the other side just doesn't move thier heavy artilliary. They say, "It's about me." When did they forget that they joined us in battle? When did they forget who all was in the war? 
Tears stream down the face of the many wounded. Not knowing quite what to do. There are wounds that many do not see. Deep wonds no one knows that exist. The wounds of the heart......

Prepare for battle. The issues never end. Never give up.. is the motto. Never give in... no matter what cost to your own souldiers. So.. we march.. determined to resolve this. 
Put on the uniform. Dust it off. Take a shower and pretend there are no wounds. Don't ever show the weakness. Don't show the enemy anything.
Yet.. in the silence we are told... it is better to tell than to keep it alone. 
Not this. Not your most intelligence to protect your souldiers. Guard up!
So.. we tried.. but, in a failed attempt. The boundries of the enemy are just to thick to cross. No talking is ever going to get them to move. So we move... onward... away... far, far away.
Some say.. that is not good. Hold your ground. But the fight is senseless. No movement from the other side only means one thing. They are determined not to budge.
So can we be... and we want retaliation. Retaliation holds no victory. Only defeat... 
What a story this comes to be. 
Won't any one join our bregade?We have spoken of many defeats as soldiers but, have not mentioned the victories. Yes. We have had our share of those as well. 
Our faces turn from sadness to smiles when we see the places where we have been, and the silent vicotories we have witnessed. They may be small to some, but we do have some pride in the accomplishments we have made.
We have marched this field a long time. We have not lost our own life.. that of the body. We have been wounded, but we have learned a great deal about life in general. We have unified some in the ranks that seemed impossible when we first began this battle. We have made some extrodinary friends. This we could never ever express our gratitude for.
We have found solice in some places... Places to feel safe and secure. We want to share that this is one of those places... 
We still march..


We hear other souldiers battle cries. We see them. Read them. Know that they exist. We welcome their input and observations.
We tend to march silently as to not alarm anyone. Our story is great and the battle is weary. We wait. We wonder... should we take our souldiers to some place far away for retreat? Is it wrong to let them rest?
We see their weary faces. We even know their names. We try to keep them safe but the world holds many hazards. We don't think we can battle this alone... yet we feel alone. Even with many family members around. It feels alone...
So weary... 
Marching.. marching....


The walls are thick and tall. Some people call them "boundries". We see them as impossible fortresses never to be crossed. We send out scouts to view them. They come back even more wounded than we sent them. 
There are people about saying that we "should" acknowledge these walls and stay away. Yet, we keep approaching them as some sort of task that will never be won. 
Get out the best armoured artilliary we have.. Souldiers march. Keep on marching. Yet those walls never come down. We think it is a battle that will never be won...
so why do we keep marching....????


The weary calvary leave the field. They tire of the battle and believe that the soldiers can go onward alone. They don't watch any more in disbelief or in utter helplessness. They fail to realize what support can do for the troops.
So the soldiers are left to battle alone... again. No more support from the very help from which there was an offer.
How sad....



Wounded Soldiers

A strory in Progress a long read: Copy write: Poet

They are the wounded soldiers. They march along going here, going there, looking for some sort of healing... some sort of help. They call out for the help hoping one day to find someone that will lend a hand. 
Oh, there are helpers out there. Many fallen ones. We see them flee with their own wounds, caught up in the cross fire of our regime. Tears fall from the face because we do not wish for such pain to come from our troops.
"Watch out," We plead. "Don't come too close." 
But, because of their own need to 'help' they proceed onto the battle field. There are thousands of wounded soldiers about. We try very hard to protect them all. We try to sheild them from the world. 
We also try to sheild the world from them. Their words and actions can be so harmful. We hate to see anyone get hurt. We try our hardest to protect. It is an unending battle. 
What to do? So, we pack up our wounded. Put them all away. Put them some place safe. Away from the artillary that we fear will soon come to engage us. Protect them from any one.. any thing that comes close..
Yet it is us... who calls for aid. How can that be? 
We are the wounded soldiers in a never ending war for peace.

So, as soldiers. We do take up shields and swords. Many of us battle every day.. just to stay alive. We do stand in awareness of every little thing. Sometimes the barage of artillary is great. Friendly fire sometimes comes too. It is a sad sad site. We watch the others who 



come to the battle field wonder, watch and wait. What is to come? Ready to aid.. ready to defend... even those who come too close. We don't wish them to get caught up in the cross fire. We also wait to see if they come armed themselves. 
Oh, the woes.. 
Stood on the field and watched another man go down.. and another. It is sad to see the other side suffer loss. It really does hurt. Even if it is out of defense.. we grieve. We see little ones being caught up too. With their parents there.. and we do not know what to do. 
"Please take them to safety." But, they stand and fire away. What to do? 
We plead again to the enemy... or at least we try.. place down your sword. Please. Just talk to us. 
We laugh a cinical laugh.. as they say they offer an olive branch. 
"Oh is that what that is?" As they stick a finely sharpened tounge in our face. 
Back the troops up.. they aren't willing to help. They aren't willing to listen to our suggestions of ways to help as well.
Take up the troops.. run away.. hide away.. not without shield.. but with strength and courage. We go on.....

The white flag of surrender comes out. Waving like some trickery is a foot. We wonder. Could this be true? Could this finally be the end of all this fighting? We watch. 
There are so many casualties. So many wounded. We call out, "Medic!"
We have to laugh sometimes when the barage of so called medics come with their 'tools of the trade'. "Take 3 pills, try some relaxation techniques, and distract." 
Ok.. we wonder... what kind of medicine is this? We are afraid that the medics are just clowns in Dr.'s suits. Not really experts at all. They better get back in their little mobile and twirl home before they get in the way of the onslought.
"But, it's our truce. Our olive branch. I know, it isn't what you want but, not all medics will come on this field you know."

What does that mean? Should we be impressed? We just look at them in disbelief. This is our medic?
One hands us a toy sword, a shield and a flashlight. "Ha!" We laugh. "What are we supposed to do with these?"

"Oh, they are to show that I am on your side."
Laughing harder still..
The war still rages on. We look all around. Where is that final victory? Some place far away?
We look in the distance as we hear all kinds of pleas for help. Yet, no one sees or hears them except us. They look at us and say, "I don't hear anything."
"Well what about these wounded?" We say... and they look.
"Where?" 

Blind are they. They do not see what the world has done... to the innocent... to the hope.. to the on going barage of battles that continue. 

Yet we march on... 
Keep on marching... protect the innocent... and hope... for light soon.




Dear "It"

Copy write Poet ZD

Dear "it",

I see you there staring at me. You are the very thing I hate most about me. Yet in the same breath, you have been my lifeline. You have been the very thing that has kept me going. I cling to you like a child would a security blanket; terrified about what my life would be like without you.
People I know stare at you in discuss. I loose friends because of you. You hold me away from support I want and need. But I clutch on to you. Not setting you free.
Someone.. Somewhere.. Hear me.. 
What does a person do now?

Poet

Box

Copy write Poet ZD

Think I will just keep them 
Locked up in Pandora's box
Don't allow any one in
Or any one out
Tucked away
Secure
Never to hurt 
Or be hurt again

When I have dared
To allow anyone in
Our twisted up 
Wicked world
It ends up a tornado
Twisted 
Unrecognized
And LOST


Never again.. 

Poet

Some of Poet's material

Thought I would share some of our journey through Poet's writing. Poet has expressed our incredible journey.. joy, pain and triumph.

Enjoy His Work in the following posts.

All The Jill People




Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Therapy Issues and current situation

I'm at a turning point. I'm not sure which way to go or what to do. I have started the application process for disability. It has been a very difficult decision to make. I really don't want to do this. I feel like such a failure. The bus job I resigned was the most simple of jobs to me. I can't even get that right. It feels like my mental illness and physical problems get in my way.
I have become very lethargic. I honestly don't feel like doing anything. Very low energy.
I am having extreme gastric distress with no relief. my stomach feels bloated and very tight. It's uncomfortable and makes me miserable.
I have diabetic neuropathy. It doesn't make things better that I have numb feet which are painful.
I also have diabetic retinopathy . I have lost visual acuity in my left eye. I had surgery but have seen a progression of vision instead of improvement. This has been disheartening.
The vision issues are permanent. Because of the surgery done on my eye, I will permanently  visually impaired. My side vision is very limited on my left side.
The other issues.. Yes. I am seeing my doctor and spoken of these issues. I am not getting any answers. Just more questions.
Therapy is.. well.. it is. I have seen Julie once a month since October. I was hoping that what ever was going on in her business and personal life would somehow get better. I am NOT getting any straight answers. I want to know what the terminology of "whittling down" means. I want to know if she ever intends on returning to seeing me more often or if what I am getting is it. I heard the words, "maybe something will pop up" when talking about seeing a trauma therapist. I want to know if she means for me to find someone or what? It STILL feels like a rejection.
After talking to her again, it all feels so final. That what ever the reason is for Julie's withdrawal and only agreeing to see me once a month isn't going to change. It's hard to accept but, I am trying to work  through all of it.
I'm tired of people thinking that I'm feeling sorry for myself. This stuff is pretty hard to deal with. I'm doing the best that I can.



Monday, April 17, 2017

Worn out

Feeling extremely low, depressed and worn out. Muscles are sore all over. Extremely tired.

Woke up this morning with very poor vision especially in the left eye. It's all blurry and can barely make shapes out. It really is depressing to have gone through so much wit the hope that the eyesight would improve and it is worsening.

Hearing people say that focusing on problems didn't feel very good. Back to feeling like a pain in the ass and don't want to be.

In tears this morning because of the physical and emotional pain.

Spent a great deal of time yesterday exploring the internet looking for a fast way to die. Won't tell anyone this anymore because it seems like people think that this is about attention or focused on problems.

Tired. Tired of being like this. Tired of the battle that isn't being won, Tired of the disease that is supposed to,be manageable.. and can't seem to get a handle on it. Tired of having a mental illness that is supposed to be manageable too. Having more bad days than good. Mostly tired of being tired.

There seems to be very little of me left any more.

Not telling people anymore about anything. There isn't anything anyone can do and they are tired of hear it....

Yuck.... not liking this

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Dirty Laundry

Please don read this if you have any judgements:


Trigger for the loss of my children:



Some people don't know about this...my name is Jenifer. I am 16 years old. I have been pregnant more than anyone knows.
I once pregnant out of a desperation.  You might say that I was a slut because of the way I became pregnant. I wanted so badly to go to the prom. Boys just don't like me. So, I wasn't sure what to do.
I got with a boy I had only met once. The meeting of the boy was due to a friend (Tina) who hooked us up. We had sex. He never went to the prom with me after that one encounter. I wasn't too surprised but was disappointed.
I ended up finding out I was pregnant.  Wasn't very far along and was being urged, persuaded, "programmed".. call it what you want. The fact is that ended up despising this baby.
A short time passed and for what ever reason, the pregnancy came to an end. The "fetus" spontaneously aborted. It was a miscarriage.
When the baby had been passed, I was 'forced' to look at it. The blood, the body.. all of it was placed in my hand. I was repeatedly told how I had been at fault for this.
I had no attachment to this tiny little "being" but it makes me sad.
Sad because Cheryl (the DBT therapist) asked how the daughters "got away" from the cult. No one knows about the lost children. Or they forget about them. That there were "sacrifices" made.
More than one "lost" whether you believe it was by choice, by the diabetes, by the abortion, by someone manipulating my decisions, or the child taken and the child is gone... you all don't know. I do. I have experienced them all. All of them.
I have heard too many people judge or ask what is real. Those pregnancies were definitely real. The bodies of the ones that have passed.. definitely real. I am sure there is documentation somewhere about how many pregnancies there were.
So.. the answer yo the question.. many losses.. "sacrifices" were made in order for the children that are alive and well have been made.
Those memories I keep. I hold. I see their tiny helpless bodies. I see my guilt when I chose abortion. I saw that child too. I held "him" after the dirty deed was done. I have held every last child that was lost.. I don't care how you think the loss happened.
Call me guilty...I know how many times I was told what would happen to that child if it came to term. Did I really have a choice?
So.. when you ask how it was accomplished.. I know how many sacrifices were made for it to be..........😢

Jenifer

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Discussing Dissociation, Kathy Broady, and My Poem

https://www.discussingdissociation.com/2017/02/thanks-dedication-support-healing-process/


To those who may read my blog: I wrote this as a sincere and heartfelt message to all who have been a part of my own personal journey to healing, and to many survivors still on the path to healing.
I began reading and following Kathy for quite a few years. I first found Discussing Dissociation at a time when i had lost a therapist. This was the first time I had experienced the extreme amount of pain.
I thought I must be really weird. After all, the loss was of my own choosing. It was incredibly painful.
I found Kathy. I specifically was reading the article https://www.discussingdissociation.com/2009/11/when-you-suddenly-lose-your-therapist/
I enjoyed reading what she wrote. This helped me so much.
I didn't follow Kathy's blog a lot. It hasn't been very long since I have. I did start slowly and found many articles she wrote to be comforting and challenging.
When Kathy opened up consultations, I knew right away I wanted to talk to her. I hadn't gotten the chance when I first started reading her page. I wanted to. It never happened.
I read the opportunity to speak to Kathy. I have since talked to Kathy more than once on the phone. She has been a great asset. I am happy I made this decision.
Kathy made it very clear she was not to be the major player of my team. She is a constant and only there occasionally.  She is not to replace the local professionals that are TRULY my main support.
Thank you again, Kathy!
I want to say that I appreciate every person reading here. I appreciate all who have guided me.
I have felt this deep heartfelt connection to many along my path. In part, therapists have been a major benefit. I have also found a deep connection to many others along the way.
I put a lot of effort, thought, and effort into my poem. I feel very honored to have it posted on Kathy Broady's Discussing Disassociation.
Thank you so much for following my blog.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Stress, Doctors, and having male Insiders

It is a bit ackward when there are insiders who are male. A nurse addressed the body as a "lady".
Caught just a little off guard the response is,  "I'm not so sure about the "lady" part.
What's a person supposed to say?
It kind of sucks when under stress and at a doctors appointment. Even an eye exam can pull male insiders to the surface.
When given the news about an injection in the eye, there was a little nervousness. Just enough overflow from insiders who are nervous anyways. Sounds pretty terrible to get a shot in the eye.
Ok. Let's go do this thing and get it over with.
Well, it hurt like hell. A pinch? Hell. That was more like something stabbed us in the eye. Oh yeah. I can take pain. This shit hurt!
Now pretty miserable.. meaning it feels like someone threw sand in my eye. Very irritating.
So.. yeah. This guy even took some ibuprofen. Just for the shear comfort of all in the system.
Trying here to see that just because this guy can take it, doesn't mean everyone else isn't miserable.
Fuck this shit..
Being told that the body is loosing vision in the left eye sucks.
That doctor was full of shit when he said, "no big deal". Well this guy is tough but the rest of the crew isn't liking the body sensations at ALL.
All right, you guys... let me deal with this... will you?

Sand in your eyes feeling really sucks.

Frank

Sunday, March 26, 2017

To my children

I want to tell each one of you just how proud I am of each of you. You have grown to be beautiful and strong.
I have definitely made some mistakes raising you.
My children will know who I am taking about and I will not drag them through mud. It is not my intention to hurt any one of them..
I did react to what was said about the diagnosis of DID personally. I offer no excuses for that. I did not use any skills when I was emotionally disregulated. I DID reach out to a professional (Kathy Broady) for help. I was feeling extremely vulnerable and questioning my diagnosis. NONE of that has ANYTHING to do with you.
Kathy's response to me on this blog is her response. She is correct. In all of it.
I am truly sorry if you have interpreted a personal attack on your character. I NEVER mean it in this way. The experiences I write about have to do with my view. Not the facts. There is a difference.
The fact is that the words chosen was that DID is a controversial diagnosis. Ok. So, I took it wrong. I took it personally. That is my mistake and I'm sorry.
I am human and make mistakes. I can not change the past. I can only move forward and change what I have found to be a flaw.
Each one of my children have pointed out some pretty big flaws.
I want you to know I am working on being a better parent and grandparent. I am trying to look at things through your eyes.
I will never know exactly how you feel or experiencing things. I can only go by what you tell me.
I can understand the feelings from a mother having favoritism. I have experienced those. I believe it's common among families.
It is NOT my intention to express that. I am sorry you have felt this way.
How can I be better? I have asked for advice from you and am working hard on this.
This is my PUBLIC post to tell you I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I lashed out at you. I took something you said personally. Please forgive me.
For others reading this page.. know that I have made a misinterpretation of words. I do this often and am working very hard to change this.
As far as favoritism... I understand how that looks and feels. I am sorry you have felt this way. I do want to be a part of every one of my children's lives.
Because all of you are adults.. it's your choice. All I can do is keep reaching out. It is your choice to receive me or not.
I will continue to make mistakes. I will continue to try to resolve behavior.
This is my public appology.. and admitting to my responses and behavior.
I lashed out and attaked you. I have made many mistakes. I hope you each know that I am aware of many of these mistakes.
I pray every day that I can be a better parent to you all. I want you to know that I am working hard on myself... both for myself and also for you.
I love you all very much. ❤️❤️💖💖💕💕💕💕

Thank you, Kathy Broady!

I am going to paste a copy of a letter that was received from Kathy Broady. At this point in time, I don't care who reads this. She is correct.
I have been through a lot. So has my children. They have their own history of trauma. They encountered an abusive fatherand a mentally ill mother.
My brother was one of my abusers and I choose to admit that part of my past in this place. My children spent time without me in his care, I have had no information regarding whether or not they were hurt by him or not.
Whether they admit to my childrens past or want to address it is not in my control. I am definitely in a better place than I have been in the last few days.

Here is what Kathy Broady wrote:

Sounds to me, Jill People, that it's time to stop worrying about what other people think and have more confidence in what you believe and know to be true for yourselves.

You very much resonate with being multiple.  You present as different selves, you switch within yourself, you know your insiders by name and personality, you identity clearly as being a plurality.  You remember an extensive trauma history.  These things have been true for you for years.  The only other criteria is having some unexplained time loss.   However, at this stage in your therapy, your time loss should be less and less and less, so having ongoing time loss now isn't as important diagnostically as it was back when you first recognized your multiplicity.

By now, after all your years of hard work and system communication, any damnesia (no typo, that's my word for it, ha), and black outs, and unawareness of where you are should be minimal.  It shouldn't be a big big problem like it can be in the early days.  It might not be a problem now, but I bet you can come up with numerous examples in your life where various parts of you experienced damnesia and didn't remember what was going on at the exact time it was happening.

If you weren't experiencing less time loss now, after all your years of hard work, that to me, would be a giant red flag.  So the fact that you have less time loss now only indicates your progress in your healing.   Afterall, let's remember... you weren't diagnosed last month or last year.  You SHOULD be progressing, and this is one area of proof that you are.
However, you still feel- see- experience yourself as being very multiple, with different people inside, with different names, different personalities, different strengths, different memories, etc.  You have an internal world.  Singletons don't have that.

Pat -- is clearly and without any doubt -- clearly separate and distinct from the rest of the Jill People.  Even basing it only on Pat, you meet the criteria of having multiples lives.   Pat is very different from Chief.  But, it only takes 2, right? I can easily name three. Pat, Chief, and Jill.  .... hmmmm.... is there even a Jill?  

And if there's not even a Jill, OR if there are many Jill's ... what does that say about how split and shattered you've been?

Who cares if you don't blow out electronics??  Since when was that ever a "diagnostic requirement" for DID?  It's not.  It just happens for some people.  But it's hardly an essential element to be dissociative or DID.

I'd be willing to bet that your personality test results change based on who takes the test, and what season of year it is.   As we've discussed, Jill People -- you have different system groups around at different seasons of the year.  Their answers are not likely to be the same.

In my eBook, 101+ Ways to See DID, I'm sure that everyone does NOT experience everything 100% of the time.   Let me ask it this way for you.  Looking back through the years of time....  Have you experienced most of those things at some point in your life???

Make 2 lists of the items you have experienced in your life:
A)  at any point in time in your life
😎  at this current stage in your life.

Compare them.  How are those lists different or the same?

Remember.... how your dissociation looks today compared to 10 years ago when you were diagnosed (or whenever that was), should be much much different.  You should not still appear the same as a brand new DID person just figuring out their multiplicity.   Some of that stuff shouldn't be as much of a problem today for you as it may have been at other times.
Again.... regarding your daughter....
EITHER tell her more details, and let her meet your different inside people face-to-face.....  stop "faking" being not-multiple, and be ready to wear whatever consequences that brings....

OR...  don't worry about it.  Your daughter is not very open-minded about it, for whatever reason, and who knows... maybe the harder you push, the more blind she'll be.  I don't know what her resistance is about.   Sounds like it's her problem.   At this day and age, it's absolutely ludicrous and ridiculous for people to refuse to accept the reality of DID.  It's just close-mindedness.  It's like insisting the world is flat because you haven't been up in a rocket-ship to see for yourself that the earth is a sphere.

Again, I have to ask you -- is there any reason from HER history that she would need to be blocking things out, and might she be fighting against her own internal splittings?  

Her OWN defensiveness is probably more likely the problem here.

I only ask that because of the ongoing nature of your trauma, Jill People.  It's taken you well into adulthood to fight for some safety away from your family.
Do you know for sure and for sure and for sure that your daughters were safe from the cult / family trauma, especially back when they were young children?   Do you hope this to be the case?  Or do you KNOW this to be the case?  Because... with generational cults...  it's pretty common for young girls to be traumatized.  And it's pretty common for daughters (like you) to have to bring in their own daughters.  

You weren't necessarily "safe or free" when your daughters were little, Jill.  And frankly, to my understanding of your historical time-line, you were not free and clear and safely away from your family cult when your daughters were young.   I could be wrong about that -- and I hope I am -- but if you are still fighting for your own personal safety in your 40's-50's.... what makes you think you were able to keep your daughters safe when you were in your 20's??

One of the very very very hardest questions for you to honestly examine throughout your entire system will be whether or not your own children were involved and abused in some of their early childhood years.

I don't have the answers to these questions.  
I have to ask them tho'.   And the hardest work will be for you to find the 100% truthful answers.

Deep within your system, you know.   Check and check with everyone about this.

Where were you when your daughters were young, and how much awareness do you have about what was happening during that time of your life?
Who was active in your system at that time?
Who knows if your brother has had ANY interaction with your young daughters?

So don't get lost on the surface stuff.  

Dig deeper.

And for goodness sakes, ALL the Jill People.... stop giving mental health professionals so much clout about your diagnosis.  YOU KNOW who you are.   Whether those professionals understand it or not, is their problem, not yours.

Be strong in yourself.  Hold dear to your truths.  Don't let the wind blow you around so much.


Hold tight --



Thank you

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Insanity

Gesh. Insanity. Watching every little word I type or say out of fear. Fear I will say something wrong or bad. Fear someone will be mad at me and cut me out of their lives forever. Oh my God! These abandonment issues suck! Big time!
I changed my Facebook settings so that only I can see my posts. I am being super careful of what I say or write. I feel like a fake.
This is not us! We said we would be brave like our friend Genesis who committed suicide. We were to honor her by being brave. Brave enough to speak out about our diagnosis. Brave enough to speak at all.
It's all gone now. Gone. It feels like somehow we failed Genesis.
So sorry Genesis. So very sorry.
Hurting so badly right now and even this place seems scary.. like we can't even go there and talk about what is bugging us. Ouch!
We feel trapped and scared.
What are we to do? When we speak.. then we did something wrong. We lashed out.. and hurt someone we ❤️. Sigh.
The very vulnerable needy littles are around. They just don't want to loose anyone else. Yet.. we are trying to get attention? Well of course they are. They are left alone...
So finding it difficult and feeling very upset because we have to do this. Not sure.. and very lonely... sigh.. feeling like somehow we let our friend down.
We soowee Gen
We mis u
💔

Friday, March 24, 2017

Choosing this

Going through a very difficult a challenging time right now. I am choosing to write here instead of Facebook. There are very few if any that read this anyways.

I feel like I am a huge burden to everyone and that I can do nothing right. I feel like my grown children don't want to have any thing to do with me.

It's my stuff.. and about my personal self esteem.

I'm encompassed with depression. I'm growing more and more withdrawn. I don't want to be around people in fear that I might do something or say something wrong or bad.

If you're reading this then know that I am having suicidal ideation. I just don't want to hurt anyone any longer and it feels like that is all I get accomplished.

I lost my friend to suicide.. and I just want to join her freedom from all the madness going on in my head. I long to be free of this torment.

I am experiencing switching but it isn't often shown. People don't see it. Well they might but may think I am being silly or something.

The people who know or it's obvious to when I switch are special needs folks... Especially children. It might be because their innocence breaks down walls most have to experience the world differently. I don't know. It just is.

I am slowly and silently just disappearing.. I doubt if anyone will notice. They probably will think it's about playing the victim. I want you to know it's not. I am drowning in depression right now and not being able to get out of it.

It's my stuff.., my story... and I just want to end this book. 😢💔