Our names are Ashley, Molly, James, Esther, and Claire. My name, being the host, is Stephanie. I'm searching for others that share the same struggles with Dissociative Identity Disorder. Over the span of my lifetime, I've encountered so many times of heartbreak and strife, and it led me to splinter into many other personalities. Think of it as someone dissecting six very different people, cutting their brains into shapes, and molding them all into one skull. Gruesome, of course. Accurate? Definitely. These people are part of me. Esther needs reading glasses, and Ashley's eyesight is sharp as a tack. James loves women and automatically knows how to be intimate with them, while Claire is completely straight. She loves our fiancé, Ryan. But she has secrets. Last, there is one that wants us to die. They imagine us lying in a white tile bathroom, watching blood stream from our wrists. He doesn't have a name, and it's terrifying. Because he's right next to be in the passenger seat. s****de is absolutely NOT what we are going to do because our goal is to live together peacefully. We want a full life. We want to be discovered. But we also know when things are tough to persevere and keep on keepin' on.
We're on the road to coexistence. We all want to know what happened to our Stephanie. But like our therapists say, "One day at a time." If you would like to know more about us or if you want to simply say hello, please do! We would love to chat. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this small bio of our life. Have a good one!
A.M.J.E.C., and Stephanie