i have DID. why this?

2 minutes preface: this post might sound more scattered than my usual writing, i did my best to make it flow well enough. i wanted to get an opinion out - one that is tied with my recent trauma processing, which i also wanted to write about in case it helped anyone else feel seen; i have rarely come across specific accounts of what processing viscerally feels like that i could relate to. this is not a trauma dump though and i don't really share triggering details of what i actually went through. just know what you're getting into! do you ever realize that you've been living an entirely different version of life than everyone else around you? the mind is a sludge and we must swim the thing is, some of us knew all along. my entire life has been a project in how to run away from myself. what if i told you magic is real? you just have to let your brain multisect itself into a boundless kaleidoscopic haze, from which any manner of hydra heads or shrimp colours can rise let's try this…