A quick background to my story,
I suffered a rough childhood and developed DID, struggled to survive for a long time (struggle is an understatement), eventually managed to merge all my parts except one through therapy (F is still with me).
One thing I have still been struggling with I describe as my "Spark"... the part of me that is resilient and did not want to die, the part of me that wants to live.
For so many years my "Spark" was dead... completely stomped upon and seemingly snuffed out, unable to be lit again.
I had years of people trying to stomp out my spark, to see me broken, and it seemed like they succeeded. I thought it was gone for good, and I would just have to drift along hoping it would come back someday.
We got a kitten... and watching how silly and playful he is, how cuddly and loving he is, but most importantly how stubborn he is and how he never EVER gives up, even when he knows he's never going to get there ("ooh, you have food?") I have finally started to feel my "Spark" wiggle, as if it has become a tiny ember that has been reignited and wishes to reignite.
Everytime I feel unconditionally loved by my cat ("I love you and forgive you even though I don't agree with not being able to walk on top of your game system, on the table, etc!") my spark stirrs a little more and it has slowly been growing.
We have to give him away for a little while, and I'm going to miss my kitty cuddles... but as long as my spark is alive, even slightly, I think that I can make it grow

It's weird... I used to feel connection to animals as a child but I lost the ability to while I was so split apart with DID. A few years ago I had a hamster who taught me to love animals again. After she died I found a way to merge my system.
I love how my cat doesn't care if I'm being silly or even if F mutters something under our breath (He stays inside mostly, but we have a tic). There's something healing about being accepted.
Within five years, I went from sleeping all the time, switching madly and losing time, fighting myself and struggling to survive, suffering flashbacks a lot and not functioning AT ALL,
to having normal sleep patterns, merging my system, "switching" between my last part and myself only when we feel like doing some healing work, doing day to day things successfully, learning constantly and feeling relaxed most of the time, not having to worry about being triggered and now I'm taking myself to university.
Most of my family don't recognize me, they can't believe I'm the same person.
It hasn't been easy- there have been a lot of pitfalls along the way... my health has failed and I cannot get proper treatment, there's been deaths in the family, our apartment was invaded by bedbugs and I had to throw out most of my stuff, my relationship has collapsed to no intimacy and it needs to be fixed, I had to cut out certain family members for good, start relying on myself because I no longer have family monetary support...
But I'm finally at a place where I can say I don't regret anything and I'm in a good place right now.
Everyone's journey will be different... specifically for me to heal, I needed to be fearless in facing my past, I needed to face the pain head on and allow myself to feel it (and to heal!), I needed to be in a place I considered safe (my boyfriend kept things very safe for me.. it allowed for healing but really hurt my relationship), I needed to continually see a therapist that cared about me (IFS),
I needed to feel separate from my family to separate from their problems, For a short time I needed medication to help me through the therapy... I needed to feel unconditional love and I needed strongly to explore my spirituality (including giving God a break)
I needed to seek my answers with an open heart, not a closed mind.
Most importantly I needed to give myself a VOICE, and I needed to stop my victim mentality.
For so long I kept saying "I hate the world, the world owes me for my pain, God hates me"
Until I realized I didn't really hate anyone at all, no one owed me anything (except myself! I owe myself the best!) and God (or whatever you want to call it, I'm not religious) wants the best for me, even if it doesn't always make sense at first.
I wish you all good luck in your own lives and I want you to know that it's still possible.. I don't believe any of us are forever broken, although it definitely felt like that for a long time!!!
I just wanted to share my journey with you all and I hope you all have a wonderful day...!!!