“Oh, No!,” Imagination said. “She hasn’t written in a week. This is no good. Too much happened in this last week and she should have been documenting it all as it happened.
A lot happened.
She felt anger and hate toward her Number #1. She’s never done that before. She had two whole days where she truly did not know if she would wake up still in love with him or not.
And then she went to him… They smoked and that’s when Anna… That’s when she realized that she loved another. How she had loved him long before she met her Number #1, and that, how could she move on when she loved another?
She suppressed it all. She forgot. She split. Another one of us was born. This is us Integrated.
We… Split in reverse. We see it now.
How DID works. I had moments of “splitting” where I would…Splitting feels different than Switching. Switching feels like you have two thoughts crammed into one head. There is a brief period of battle where each voice tries to get louder than the other… until the one who feels the most passionate, wins and gains control.
But Splitting… That feels like a piece of you has been ripped out. Like you’re standing there, an arm and a leg gone. And you’re bleeding out. And you forget in that moment that you weren’t born that way. You wear blinders. “Don’t look at that over there,” the subconscious says.
“Don’t look. Focus on this over here.”
But the forgotten subconscious pieces are hurt. They scream out, calling to you. They send you nightmares. They make you chew your nails. They give you a stutter, a twitch, a limp… maybe you suck your thumb. Maybe you shriek away and hold your arms close to your body. Maybe you scream and punch the dog. Maybe you call someone you love names.
But none of us are listening. None of us “speak” the language of the subconscious. But I do.
We all do. Myself. Anna. Joanna. Bergen. Angel. And I, Imagination. We speak the language of the subconscious. And we will teach you how to speak with yours, so all of you can start working together as a team.
This is The Healing Garden. Anna’s building a place for all of you to heal. And she’s going to give you all the tools she learned to get out of her subconscious prison. So many of us are locked in ours.
Anna sees the world differently. She had to.
She had to get out, and this… was the only way. She studied Don Quixote for 20 years. And she gazed at Salvador Dali… Alice In Wonderland… now that one she hated. Still hates. Why, Anna… Why do you hate Alice In Wonderland. What inside that story scares you? What inside that story…
The girl grows big and then small… Just like my nightmare.
This is the story of how a little girl survived one of the craziest, most horrible places in the world.
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Once upon a time… there lived a little girl. Her name was Angela.
-Imagination