This is one of the most important posts I will ever write. I have an answer. I have hope. I had a universe exploding moment of clarity, of hope, of love and healing, of hope for my future and my safety. Everything makes sense. I'm going to be okay. Dear diary, I have a lot to catch you up on. First of all, I'm plural That's right. So I never put this in my diary so I'll give a quick summary. April 5th, 2025. I had a horrible night involving opioids, vomiting, and fainting. After that, I went to bed. I kept thinking about "the plural question" I'd been wondering a lot about lately. I wanted to know why I felt so compelled to seek answers - to hear why the answer had to be "yes". I wanted to understand what my obsession with this was. If it was sick and twisted like I thought, or if there really was something there. Where the second voice in my head really came from. Why it acted that way. So that night, I, cynically, imagined something like a clay blob, with a crack down the middle, ima