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The way she'd noticed the change in him just about the time she was coming back from her own bout with postpartum depression. It's the reason she'd insisted he go to counseling and to a therapist. It was she who'd warned the therapist to look for a split personality, she who had diagnosed him before any doctor ever had, because it was she who knew him best. She'd documented everything and kept it hidden because she was afraid of the two personalities meeting as she put it. She didn't want her husband suspecting her of having an affair, but she wasn't sure how he'd react if he found her journal, how could she explain when the two personalities were so unaware of each other?

⸻ Not everywhere. ⸻ But enough. ⸻ Small cracks— ⸻ in perfect logic. ⸻ Back in the control room— the screens began to split. ⸻ Not physically. ⸻ Visually. ⸻ Dual outputs. ⸻ Two interpretations of the same data. ⸻ Victor stepped closer. ⸻ “…She’s dividing.” ⸻ Ethan blinked. ⸻ “…Like… two personalities??” ⸻

I whisper. "Fragmentation," Alex says, staring at the audio visualizer on the screen. The waveform has split in two. One red, one blue. "The corruption isn't just deleting code. It’s splitting the personality matrix. It’s... schizophrenia." "I want her," Alpha demands. "Bind her. Spread-eagle. Harsh. She needs to know her place before we merge." "No," Beta counters. "Gentle restraints. Comfort. She is frightened. She needs reassurance."

Lina and Zuko couldn't believe what they heard: "dissociative personality disorder." Zuko was particularly shocked. When he was young, he used to play in Jim's study. Jim was a mystery writer who often wrote about split personality disorder. Back then, Zuko didn't really understand it, so Jim patiently explained. "It's a mental disorder where a person sees themselves as different individuals, each with their own personalities, and they do things that don't make sense." Zuko had thought this only existed in stories. He never expected...

The room that I was in does not have its own comfort room so I had to use the common in the kitchen. Just when I was about to turn off the light, my attention was caught by the notebook that Rose used to write things about me. In the back of my head, I really don’t want to look at what’s inside as it is not good to know how she evaluated me. But curiosity got the better of me. I convinced myself that what I am doing is just to see if Rose is really capable to help me. I picked up the notebook and turned the first page – ‘Subject # 12 – Shaun East – Possible multi-personality > likely – possible bipolar > likely – possible Hypersexual Disorder> very likely – possible borderline personality di

“Yes.” “Wow,” she said in equal measure of awe and horror. This book was a deabru spellbook of sorts. It had caused more than its fair share of havoc on her family. The spell that tore her dad’s soul in two, causing him to live a split existence as twins for hundreds of years came from that book. The spell that killed Balric the Betrayer’s son came from the same book and started a spur of murders through him, Mom, and Ian that took almost a hundred werewolf lives cause of it.

How was I supposed to shake him! "Uh, no, no, it's not. It's very confusing that's why. Uh, you, um, do you know what split personality disorder is?" I said hesitantly, staring at him with wide eyes and a slight smile. Oh, I was freaking me out. He stared at me sceptically. He hummed. "Dissociative identity disorder? I guess it has something to do with alternative identities living inside someone's head that likes to take over once in a while," he explained.

My mind began splitting his behaviours, the look he used to have in the office and his look now, the way he talks in the office and the way he talked to me now, everything began splitting up in my mind and screamed one thing. MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey guys, Please follow me and like the book, don’t forget to comment on what you think of the book. Love you all. AND please follow my I*******m AND F* for updated notifications. Thank you. I*******M:- s.n_nina_arthur. F******k:- S.N Nina Arthur.

With all my vast experience, I consider myself uniquely qualified for this profession. I move with the throng into the large classroom and find a seat toward the back. I take my notebook and my new pen, a gift from Gray, out of my bag. Today we’ll be discussing trauma and the various ways in which the personality seeks to defend and heal itself. The other day my professor made an interesting comment: “No one ever talks about issues like dissociative identity disorder, fugue, or psychotic breaks in anything but the most negative light. No one ever talks about how the personality does this type of thing to protect itself, to save itself, or how powerful and effective it is.”

He might have some kind of personality disorder or something. Then I remember what I learned about him. Of course he has a personality disorder. He has three split personalities. One is a teenage hot head, one is cold and cruel vampire while the third one is a wolf. No wonder he is such a hot mess. I keep thinking of this, of how his different personas might mean that he is just as confused about me as I am about him. Held tightly in Morana's arms, I doze off.