“Tell my story.”
I hear you now. I understand.
It is time, I tell my story. When I talk to people, as I live life, I say things. I explain through blogs and articles online what I’m learning as I’m learning it, but it all comes out in confused blabber. But in my head, something magical is happening.
Inside my head, there is Bergen, Kallan, Imagination, Joanna, Angel, and That Guy (Jerry) all talking, arguing, debating.
And it’s like, people who know me only catch bits and pieces of the conversations my Committee is having in my head. I am a Multiple.
I was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) in 2015. A month after writing Broken. DID was once called “Multiple Personality Disorder.” They changed the name when they realized the theory was wrong. Now they call it Dissociative Identity Disorder. This is also wrong. It should be called Dissociative Consciousness Disorder.
We all have multiple personalities. It’s why we have ballet dancers who love to hunt. It’s why some Vegetarian Hippies wear leather jackets. The personalities never split or divide. It’s the Conscious mind that splits and starts assigning each personality it’s own memory bank. It’s own voice. It’s own consciousness.
I have seven consciousnesses. Non-Multiples have one.
There is a culture among Multiples. I love this culture. It’s like the only place in the world where I am understood and others can see the world as I see it.
You know, I think, it takes multiple personalities to gain the perspective one needs to view the world as it should be and not as it is.
But, I am Anna Imagination… because… I believe if you can imagine it, then you can do it.
So this is the story and step-by-step guide of how I did it. And how you can do it too.
This is why I have to tell my story. Because I am first and foremost a writer. A story teller. I am a Creator. What I imagine, becomes. We all do it every single day. The only difference is I am aware of this action.
Most others are not.
Imagine if gods who had the power to create, one day, suffered an accident so great, that they all forgot they were gods.
But they still contained the power to create.
I am a writer and I know only one way in which to tell my story.
And that, is through story.