#thrivingwhilemultiple

[thrivingwhilemultiple]

"Why did you get off the bus?" "I don't know. I knew it wasn't my stop."

Life isn't about control. We can't control what it throws at us; we can't control emotions or outcomes; we can't control our recovery timeline. I can't control other Motley members any more than we can just "get over" decades of trauma.

We don't control, we communicate. Cooperate. Become curious and compassionate. We observe, ask questions, listen to understand; we call out for what we need and offer what we can give; we reflect upon past behaviors to unlock the mystery of why.

Why did I say that? Why did I react that way? Why did I avoid that for so long? Why can't I focus? Why do I keep forgetting?

...Why did I get off the bus?

"Why did you get off the bus?"

[reveriestarsystem]

I run to escape. I run to fight. I run to survive. But I don't have the endurance to keep going.

So i sit. I wait. I watch.

Sometimes, I'm so aware of every sensation that I freeze like a kitten backed into a corner, watching for danger that isn't even there.

Ready to snarl and growl at a moments notice. I'm ready to run again if I need to.

Every now and then, I need a reminder to truly rest. Recover. Heal. Healing isn't weakness. It's a choice. It is one of the hardest choices you can make.

Remember to rest. You can't reach your destination if you overheat every 20 seconds.

It's not do or die. It's heal and thrive

-Onyx

[thrivingwhilemultiple]

There's a misconception that people with DID can't "hang out" with their different parts; it's old, it’s tired, and I'm tired of hearing it. I might even argue DID survivors end up knowing themselves more deeply and intimately than most.

Group activities bridge the chasms between, and better our ability to get out of each other's way. Sharing space can be a wonderful experience, especially during the boring and mundane. Folding laundry. Picking up the mail. Movie nights. Choosing that day's socks.

We survived together, and we heal together. We laugh, we cry, and then we vacuum our floor together.

Group Activities

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Our goal is to have a life worth living, a life to recover in, a life to recover with.

With The Tides

[thrivingwhilemultiple]

I was always pretending to remember, pretending to be like everybody else, pretending to be normal.

Team Chameleon

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Nobody’s reading my mind, nobody can hear my thoughts, and the only one able to exist within my mind is Me.

Keep your Thoughts To Yourself

[thrivingwhilemultiple]

Happy is not the goblet in my grasp, it’s the bubbles in my drink.

Happy

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Life was too dark for too long; we are allowed to live in the light. We've most certainly earned it.

Inside Jokes

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I am bark, root, branch, and leaf, the latest ring around the tree.

Pixels and Rings

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Silence has a wily substance to it, a robust vacuity that threatens to sweep me away to the other side of sanity.

Sounds of Silence

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We survived the events, we will survive the remembering, and we will survive the recovering.

"And the thunder rolls..."

[thrivingwhilemultiple]

A deck of cards forcefully re-shuffled, dice re-tossed, a canvas re-splattered; a radio dial, or a television screen, unable to stick to a specific station.

Rolodex

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I wasn’t collecting nonsense, I was collecting my own history.

Packrat

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Looking in the mirror was always a shock. We never knew what we expected to see, just that what we saw wasn’t quite right.

Mirror-Face

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Choice was more important than safety.

I wasn't just destroying myself, but everyone with whom I came into contact, especially those who cared about me. My decisions were rash and desperate, but they were mine and, for a while, that was the only thing that mattered.

I could have, should have, died many times over. Dissociation, resilience, and tenacity can go only so far; denial and optimism can go only so far…

How am I not dead? How did none of that kill me?

– Reckless Luck

[thrivingwhilemultiple]

With a disorder that demands disconnect, reconnection is part of the recovery journey.

Healing is Parallel