Hey Frodo
I'm glad you aren't giving up, am here if you need some support (or a rant) I'm sending lots and lots of love and a massive cuddle.
Therapy went really well, was a good session. I got to tell Vicky that I feel like it's really working and I just feel better underneath all the wibbles and wobbles, it's like my base line is higher.
I made her laugh by saying can we not just shake all the 'alters' out and squish them; I wanted to force the process a bit to make some more progress. Vicky laughed and said it really doesn't work like that but she must have listened too as next week we are going to review some of the stuff I've drawn; including stuff when I was in a 'blank' and Vicky thinks I was someone else. Sounds really weird but I'm glad she's letting me push it a bit.
I really, truly believe that I'll get better not just from the dissociative identity disorder thingie but from the OCD too. It's really cool I dont think I've ever felt that a recovery was actually possible before. I'm hoping that by this time next year I won't be seeing Vicky or Sally (CPN) anymore cos I won't need to.
I bumped into a snotty cow who I used to work with today, she gave me the most superior smirk I've ever seen as we walked into the library - I smirked right back as I imagined shoving her head first into the huge book bin that was next to us!
Haven't seen creepy neighbour for a week (he's still banging away up there so I assume it's a massive binge and he'll emerge looking yellow and crumpled soon) so I braved chopping the grass. I'm glad I've done so much work on the wilderness over the last few weeks - it looks so much better and not a lion or jungle in sight.
*passes Frodo a mug of tea to take the too-much-sugar-feel-sick headache away and hides the empty cake tin in the corner*
