I noticed that one of my alters, Karen, was feeling very down
so I asked her to start writing a diary, to help get things off her chest.
It might be helpful to know that most of the system rejects her
and views her as an intruder/enemy,
and that she's currently an (involuntary) inmate in a psych ward.
2014-08-29
I feel like crying, but have no one to turn to.
Sirpa have visited me here once, and Victor had kept me company when I was at a particular low point.
But, still... I feel alone.. and, sad, maybe?
The orderlies aren't mean, per say, just too well-meaning and thus forceful at times.
I get so many shots I can't remember my own name from time to time.
I... I spend more time in the padded room (isolation) than I do in my "real" room.
Though, it's no difference really, both of them have bars and are locked.
I rarely can go out outside in the sun.
I can't keep the voices quiet. They constantly whisper lies to me.
Earlier today Sirpa had taken me outside to the balcony
so I could get some fresh air and a smoke, and the people outside below us was talking,
only the only thing I could hear them say was "blood" and "death", even though I DO know that they weren't really saying it and that it's all in my head.
I'm used to it, but it still frightens me.
Sirpa and I watched a comedy together today for the first time.
I liked it, but dozed off right in the middle of it and couldn't wake up!
I tried to, but something prevented me from it.
I think it might be my "other side", the alter ego Kareem. She's so nasty.
I love her but at the same time, I can't stand her.
She's the reason I'm locked in and can't get out.
I feel trapped. I feel lost. I feel sad and feel angry. I feel... hurt?
It's all so painful, yet I can't make it stop.
And when it does stop, I want it. I can't help but want it so much. To feel alive. To feel real.
What's wrong with me? I don't know - there's so much wrong with me.
To be fair, I shouldn't even exist. I shouldn't HAVE to be, and yet I am, I am here.
WHY do I have to be the "enemy"? I'm not an intruder.
I don't have bad intentions - so why does the system reject me?
Why? Tell me, WHY?! I just... want to feel alive. I want to feel "real".
I want to be outside on my own accord without having Sirpa watch over me.
I want to be able to take a stroll around the block,
instead of viewing the city behind iron bars and fences.
I don't wish to see the world in black and red. I want the COLORS! Full colors.
I want to be held. I don't want people at a distance.
I don't want to be close to destroying everything I am, everything we were.
The others have so much problems on their own, they forget I exist. They don't even know me.
More like, they prefer to think that if they pretend I'm not real, I will go away.
Why can't they see that I'm just as "real" as they are?
Why can't they give me a chance? It's so painful.
Somebody, please hear my voice. Please, tell me you can hear me.
I just need confirmation.
If I wasn't real, then I wouldn't be in pain. I wouldn't feel this way. I wouldn't feel at all.
I wouldn't feel the pain in my arm when the orderly prick me with their stupid injections.
I wouldn't feel scared when the lights are out and I'm alone in my loneliness in the dark.
I wouldn't long for freedom. I wouldn't hate the other part of "me".
I wouldn't be able to hear auditory hallucinations.
I wouldn't long to be free. I wouldn't long for a hug, or a kind smile or comforting word.
I wouldn't long for any of that. I wouldn't feel any of that.
If I wasn't real... I wouldn't.
Right... so that's Karen's diary log.
Sorry for the angstiness, but I think she needed to get that off her chest.
She's been alone for so long with no one to talk to.
I want to help her, but I don't know how to. It's all so frustrating.
