So, I learned in another thread that I'm not the "core" person. I know there's another thread on this but I HAVE to get this out. Also, this probably won't make a lot of sense because since learning I'm a part or alter myself I haven't slept. And my brain gets weird when I haven't slept.
I know I'm the host, I always assumed that meant I was the most complete person in my system. I'm the balanced one. But to learn I'm an actual alter myself. I can't take that. I haven't slept, I keep crying, I keep questioning every thing I do. I'm really new to all of this and and to learn that news so soon just...it devestates me. I told my husband, probably a bad mistake but I tell him everything, and he keeps telling me it's not true. I'm not an alter. I believe everything he says, but I kinda know I can't on this.
So what exactly makes ME the host? Because I'm not stable, some of the things I've been told Nadia would be far more capable of dealing with. I'm Bipolar on top of things, I take everything as a personal comment. What makes me so special to be the host? I don't understand it.
*trigger warning*
And why do I have to be the one to hear from my grandmum that my adoptive parents tried to starve me to death, only to find out Jessica won't eat because her "first mommy" said she couldn't (so my husband had to talk her into even trying popcorn last night) and then my new child alter Barbara apparently gorges herself on food (proof last night when I ended up throwing up but couldn't understand how I had eaten that much, throwing up my Bipolar meds too so I'm even more overly emotional today). Why do I have to be the host and the main alter out who has to deal with that stuff?
Why do I have to be the one to get tipsy today in an attempt to get myself to sleep only to have voices overwhelm me? Why do I have to hear Rachelle describe her last sexual encounter with a girl, a scenerio that as a bisexual who has only been with men wanted for myself? Why do I feel all the other alters are stealing my dream memories that have never happened to me?
I can't take this. I DON'T WANT DID. I DON'T WANT TO BE AN ALTER. I don't want to be the host, who has to deal with all of this. I can't do it.
...Okay. I think I got everything out. I HAD to. No one else understands.