Hiya! I don't know how long this post will be.. so I apologize in advance! This post will also be trigger heavy, and I will try and put them as much as I can into sections, so if you need to skip them. I realized I just unloaded a lot.. and I apologize in advance for that as well.
My name is Narie, and I am the host, of our system. We are.. kind-of new to this whole thing.. and I have really been struggling, and I don't know where else to turn. I thought it might help me to go online, and just have an outlet where I can talk to people who also have DID, and who might have insights, or help.
Trigger warning:
Back in November of 2022, I moved across the country. EST to PST. Literally opposite ends. I took a three week long trip to get here, moving with only $2000 in my pocket and what I could fit in my car, literally. I stopped, couch surfed along the way.. and met up with some long time friends. It was a lot of fun. What got me here, wasn't. My entire life, I have lived with an abusive parent, and a parent who would not help, you only conformed. I am a very co-dependant person, and was never able to move away. I was even married at one point, and had never found the strength to move away from my abuser, my husband simply moved in with me. But in September of 2022, I almost took my own life. I was so very close.. and it scared me. I knew I had to get out. Thankfully my best friend, took me in, all the way across the country, and now here I am.
End warning.
I always just thought that my friend wanted me out here because she was worried about me, and she was concerned about me. It wasn't until January of this year that I found out why. Shortly after the new year, the stress from my move, and the stress I was putting myself under from all sorts of things like.. not being able to get a job, feeling useless, trying to learn who I was as a person outside of my trauma.. triggered a pretty bad mental snap. One so bad that I was pretty sure, I should have gone to a professional for help. I can't tell you the exact thing that triggered it.. but I just remember, knowing that I didn't want to be there anymore. And during this mental snap.. was when I mentally cracked pretty hard.
All my life, I had been a roleplayer. Someone who created characters on a daily bases. Someone who knew how to craft a story, and how to spin things the way I wanted. I thought I was just a talented writer, and I thought I just had a personal connection to my characters, and that everyone had this sort of connection with them. Being able to talk to them, in my head. Being able to sit around in a living room that I created for them. Each of them having their own rooms. Each of them having their own personalities, stories and lives.. but yet were somehow all a piece of me. I thought that was normal. I thought everyone just.. knew who their characters were. I thought everyone just had days were certain characters weren't active. What was this 'writing muse' people spoke about? Was it like when they were sleeping? It go to the point that in life, I would let these characters, 'channel' through me, or at least that's what I called it. When things got to hard with my parent, with friends, with life, co-workers, anything and anyone.. I would just.. 'channel' them, to stop the panic. It wasn't until my mental snap that I learned, this wasn't what it was.
Many months before I moved in, my best friend and I had been sitting on the phone. I was.. getting high because someone had triggered me. I didn't want to deal with things. It wasn't until I moved out here, and after my snap, that she even told me about this. I remember going to smoke, but I don't remember anything from our conversation. I told myself it was because I was high.. turns out we kept switching on the phone. One of my alters, Bella.. just wanted to party, and party hard. She wanted to smoke and drink, and drown our sorrows at the bottom of the bottle, while Jaiden, my protector kept trying to make us go numb, because I didn't wish to feel. It was a rough night she said because Bella kept getting upset that Jaiden was ruining her high.
For context, my best friend also has DID, and has known about her for many many years, and for a while had been suspicious we might have it as well, based on our interactions and how we talked about our "characters". She didn't confirm it, until this night.
When I snapped.. I don't remember much, other than knowing I didn't wish to be there.. and instead I pushed out one of my trauma holders. My best friend tells me I was curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth, repeating myself many times over, and just simply.. gone. For three days, it was just a mess, and a blur. I barely remember. I was in and out over these three days, and most of the time I was just laying in bed, staring at a wall.. unsure of what was happening, and unsure of how long I had laid there. I remember my best friend bringing me food, after the three days, when I was having some sense of control.. and we had a very long talk about what had happened. It was really hard, and I didn't wanna believe any of it. It didn't make sense for me, as an adult, to be diagnosed with DID in general.. much less so by my best friend and not a professional.
The best way I could describe to anyone else.. is that we were fractured from the beginning.. my primary trauma holder Jasper, tells me he's been here for a long time.. so he's been here.. but my mental snap, caused a crack in everything. Threw everything off.. and I fully buried myself, something I haven't done in a really long time.
Fast forward a few more days.
I was still in denial.. and I wanted to cut loose again, because I was stressed out. So I drank. At this time, I blacked out.. for long periods of time.. but there are pictures, videos and things like that of me, living it up. I wasn't even that drunk. Thankfully, nothing happened to us, and my best friend was with me the whole time, but I remember blurs. Just random blurs of the night. It was the first time that I really and truly blacked out since the snap.. and it made me realize, that this was actually happening.
It's been a struggle coming to terms with this over the last month and a half, on top of everything. So much so that.. we woke up with panic attacks pretty much every night for two weeks straight. Panic attacks that lasted for 30mins, sometimes more.
I have a laundry list of things stressing me out right now. Not having a job, trying to find a new place (because currently I am sleeping in my best friends bed, as I do not have my own room), our current roommate (not my best friend) decided to sneakily move out in the middle of the night as best she could, so now we are saddled with a huge rent payment, for a house we no longer want. Trying to find a new roommate because we wish for a bigger place, and just the three of us (my best friend, me and her daughter) can't afford a nice place on our own.. let alone with me having no job. We had someone who was going to move in with us, and he placed a deadline on me.. that I had to have a job by the end of Feb, and here it is.. the 23rd, and I am no where closer to a job. I have put in 50+ applications with only two call backs for interviews.
Not to mention, dealing with being a system, living with someone else who is a system, and some of our alters do not like each other.
Dealing with malicious alters.
All of this.
It causes more panic attacks.
As the host, I make myself ill physically when I am stressed out. I panic.
On top of everything.. I am tired.. constantly. We do not know how to function together. We push and pull and fight with one another. It causes headaches and we barely sleep because someone is always active. I do not know what to do. I have tried looking for online resources and ways to cope, but I do not know what is a reliable source.
I am so sorry to just.. unload everything to random strangers.. but I had some hope that someone might have advice, or help. Suggestions, even. I guess this is kind-of like.. my S.O.S.. because I do not have money or insurance to go and talk to someone.. this is all I have.