Hello all! It's been a while since I wrote here, but this is the perfect time, with 2025 ending and the new year 2026 upon us. 2025 was rough on some, maybe even many people, especially because of a certain change in administration. But for us, our 2025 was positive, transformative, uplifting in ways I could have never dreamed. At the risk of repeating myself from some of my previous posts, I'm gonna do a recap: Where we've been (recap) TW: health crisis, medical system, mentions of narcissistic abuse At the beginning of this year, I was in a bad place. My wrist problems had been worsening for a few years, which I'd been hiding behind a wrist brace, but they got to the point I couldn't hide them anymore. Something else was brewing too, this sensation like the nerves in my arms would burst into flames if they touched something too hard. I wasn't doing anything wrong, but I ended up bedridden for a few months since around March of this year. I would spend every day in my bedroom, laid ou

Hi, different kind of post than usual! I've been wanting to make this post for a while now. This isn't much new stuff, but more like, a reflection in a way? On how much we've learned about ourselves so far. So, in case you missed it, I'm part of a plural system now: I, Eir, am not the original - I was created somehow, in roughly late 2016. Sunny is the original! She is the soul that inhabited the body since it was born, until late 2016.I met Sunny a few months ago. Initially, we didn't know who she was, but she quickly regained form and composure and we learned what happened to us. Now, what did I want to reflect on in this deeply personal weblog post? A few things... Plurality saved our lives What do I mean by this? We would have surely died if not for plurality. We've been discussing the nature of our DID with a very dear friend who knows a lot about autistic people with bad upbringings. We believe we are a traumagenic system caused by our emotionally abusive upbringing and many he

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