Dissociate Stories

This is going to talk about my experiences and my alters will give some information about themselves!

Things like blood and gore never scared of her, but the thought of someone leaving frightened her, made bumps raise on her skin, her lips dry out and her soft hands get rough. But it wasn't the thought of someone leaving, it was when they did. When they would leave with no warning, or reason. Reason was her priority now, after having a life full of abandonment and distrust she only trusted someone, if she gave them a reason too. He gave her a reason too one day, but proved her accusations and arguments right. All in just a few words.

I am facing again the thoughts I thought I fought

a poem I wrote on February 12, 2020

Life can be a pain when you're self medicating.

A poem about panic attacks

Gerard Way was hopeless. He only had his little brother, Mikey. They had always been close but Gerard knew he was slowly tearing them apart. Mikey was the only thing he loved, his only reason. But he needed Mikey to hate him. It wasn't an option. [TW: suicide, depression, mental disorders, eating disorders, self-harm, language]

We are a system that has been attempting to get diagnosed for several years now, but since that process is very slow, we have to try some healing on our own. Some alters have a lot of trauma revolving online and this website specifically. We are attempting this as a healing exercise. Our account may have stories, fanfiction, etc, but this is an autobiographical/journal style upkeep for the healing of particular trauma. Feel free to join us on this journey. Natalie, the system's host.

Our day to day life.

Sometimes, When life gets really painful, My eyeballs flutter around, Like tiny little butterflies, And my brain flies away, To better days.

meet our frequent fronters!!

Mateo Alvarez is a King in the eyes of the business community. From a young age of 22, he took over his father's company and rose it to the top, giving him everything that he could ever want that money could buy him. Yet still, even with all of his possessions, a King can feel empty. So what happens when this King gets temporary custody of a frail, little 'mouse' who just so happens to be connected to the one person he thought was out of his life for good.

the quite girl and class clown have a lot more in common then u think ⚠️HUGE TW⚠️ •TBC •

Hello! This is just a quick profilers story for my alters. D.I.D- Dissociative Identity Disorder, formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder. The main list is linked here: battysystem.carrd.co

Room of Requirement fire from Draco's pov. Idk what I'm doing but here goes! *Disclaimer: obviously I don't own the characters or Harry Potter, and I also don't hold with Rowling's views on the lgbtq+ community.* I could feel the fire licking at the base of our wobbly tower. There was nowhere else to go from here. No more towers to scramble up, no more constructions to climb. This was it.The heat radiated from all sides, the bitter smoke shoving itself down my nose and scratching my throat. I felt myself dissociating, my brain pulling me out of reality. It was a trick I'd used often over the years of secret meetings, sudden deaths, constant terror. I imagined someone telling my parents about this. They probably wouldn't even react. You don't show weakness. It's the first rule of being a Malfoy.

When a person has Dissociative Identity Disorder, there is a place in their head where the alters go when they are not in control of the body. These are called Inner Worlds, and they can be stunningly complex. This collection of short stories and lore are real events that have happened in our inner world. As far-fetched as some of these stories seem, it would be hard to make this sh*t up. Open your mind along with your eyes and take a step into the place most of us know as home.

in every version of her reality she always makes it to the end. I. and if I'm close to Suicide it's because she hovers over my grave pruning wilted petals before they fall a bouquet of attempts to hand me on my death bed I... always... make it to the end ... doesn't Moon know that Lightning's tripwire is around her neck and all she has to do is kick the stars out from under her? II. doesn't Atmosphere know all she has do is smile as men slice open her spring? ... and Trauma holds me hostage the way the Earth reclaims a gravestone if I sink down far enough there's a field of green above me III. doesn't Venus know all she has to do is lose her voice for nine months to build the crest of a universe she didn't ask for? ... ​​ does Reality know by now that she's worth it?

when nothing feels real and you're slipping in and out of dreams, no longer able to differentiate reality and fantasy

a journal for when i probably dissociate or lose my mind after going through a lot of things //cover is not definite

***trigger warning for entire story*** i get it. i'm emo. this is for me tho. just let me make my own type of art. maybe this will help me remember. **trigger warnings** before certain chapters. for the people involved in this, rules are: 1. you cannot respond to your chapters until you've read it all through. 2. you cannot confront me about my personal issues. ((thats why theyre called "personal")) 3. any questions can be pm-ed after it's over. and most importantly, 4. you are only allowed to read with an open mind, heart, and unclouded eyes. if you walk in blind in any way, it will be bad.