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One day she couldn't take the pain and torture anymore, forcing her to create another personality. Alexander's eyes widened. Yulia had dissociative identity disorder (DID). He had no idea, and he guessed she didn't know about it either. Dissociative identity disorder (DID), sometimes called split, multiple, or dual personality, is when a person has two or more sets of thoughts, actions, and behaviors. Examples may include marked differences in personality, a sense of self, or gaps in memory. When her stepmother showed up with the man she had always asked to beat up Yulia, Her split personality took over and beat the man to death; her stepmother managed to escape, or she would have died too.

"I became sick, my brother became sick too, he's blaming himself and feeling guilty." "So you have to learn to be strong." Casper took out his cigarette and wanted to light it. He glanced at Jennifer and sighed. "I have a friend who has also been traumatized before. She had a very severe psychological trauma, and has dissociative identity disorder, and then… she overcame everything for one person." There would always be that someone who would appear, who would bring away all the haze, and bring you out from the darkness into the light. Jennifer glanced at Casper. "The friend you mentioned, do you like her?"

I got back to the stove to collect the food I've made. "The cases of dissociative identity disorder throughout history," she said. "It's remarkable that some of them only discovered that they had the condition after committing a crime. Of course one of the identities did it, but the other selves wouldn't know because amnesia would come into play. Do you know that one person was reported to have one hundred identities?" I took the plateful of pancake and placed it on the table. "Nope, but that's a bit problematic." "You think?" she said sarcastically.

It can really suck. My phone beeps, I slide it off my bedside table that has five books on it I’m currently reading. I am a bit of a mood reader and can have at least five books on the go at one time, ranging from romance to thriller and the odd crime book thrown in. Liam always takes the piss out of me and wonders how I don’t easily become confused with the characters and the places or plots. I wonder this too but as soon as I pick a book up, I’m instantly transported to the place, situation and characters I get attached too. I’m always so invested in my characters, it’s crazy. When I’ve finished reading I reckon I suffer with disassociation disorder because I feel almost gutted, like I’ve

And anyways fast forwards to 10 years later, I just got diagnosed with a killer disease. Unlike others this didn't eat the brain, liver or other parts. This disease ate me.My brain decides when I’m me and when I’m someone else, and sometimes I might do things I don’t even remember. My doctor called it Cognitive Identity Regression Disorder CIRD for short. Fancy name, right? Sounds like something they’d make into a N*****x drama and kill the lead in episode three. Dr. Harlow sat across from me, tie too bright, hair slightly mussed like he’d had a bad fight with his comb. He had that “I’m sorry to tell you, but I really am about to ruin your life” look down to a science.

On the other hand the incidents where I came across the different stories in delusional world was also connected to my real world which consisted of multiple events whenever I came across different fantasy stories in my life and hence all these stories were pasted in my mind with the alterations in it as I was huge fan of fantasy books And that's how I finally got everything cleared that all the incidents which I came across in my delusional world was all and totally connected to my real life and most probably it was kind of carbon copy of my real life with some alterations in it which seemed me like an experiment where I was kept in the center whereas rest of the incidents were changed

I had been so hurt and betrayed by my husband's actions, it was no wonder that my mind had tried to protect itself by blocking out the memories. Dexter continued to explain, his words painting a picture of a complex and multifaceted disorder. "Dissociative Amnesia can manifest in different ways, including memory gaps, confusion, and even identity confusion. In some cases, people may experience dissociative fugue, where they suddenly forget their past and may even adopt a new identity." I listened, entranced, as Dexter explained the different types of Dissociative Amnesia, and how they could affect a person's life. It was like he was describing me, my experiences, my feelings.

The bookstore, once a haven of tranquility, had become the epicenter of a chilling mystery, and I was now on a relentless quest for answers. * I sat alone at the bar of the bookstore, the dim light casting long shadows on the shelves of books. I reached for my phone and dialed Clive’s number, needing a ride home. He reassured me that he was on his way. As I waited on the stool, a sudden vision washed over me. I found myself submerged in water, a relentless force pulling me deeper. Panic set in as I struggled against the mysterious figure determined to drown me. I strained to see the person’s face, only catching glimpses of dark hair and striking green doe eyes. Despite the fear, an inexplica

I had been so hurt and betrayed by my husband's actions, it was no wonder that my mind had tried to protect itself by blocking out the memories. Dexter continued to explain, his words painting a picture of a complex and multifaceted disorder. "Dissociative Amnesia can manifest in different ways, including memory gaps, confusion, and even identity confusion. In some cases, people may experience dissociative fugue, where they suddenly forget their past and may even adopt a new identity." I listened, entranced, as Dexter explained the different types of Dissociative Amnesia, and how they could affect a person's life. It was like he was describing me, my experiences, my feelings.

Unaware of the fact that they are mingling with the people who seem the same as us but they are not. Once I was that careful thinking the supernatural world exists in fantasy books, web series, and people's imagination. We, humans, are trained to trust what we see from our own bare eyes and hear from our ears, otherwise, we like to categorize everything else as fantasy. Which you must have heard as well 'It's just a game of mind' or 'it's in your head'. Happened to me too. Nobody believed me when I tried to tell them what I witnessed. It's more like a scientist considered as psycho until he proves his research. Avoiding some known gazes I made my way inside towards his apartment, nobody cam