Intro

I often wonder what it means to be someone.

'Who are you?'

'Where are you from?'

'What do you do?'

'What do you like?'

'What do you hate?'

Useless! These questions are useless, like chasing the wind! I have only one question for these interrogators; 'Why do I owe you a response?'

I'm 23 and have 6 'others': Annabelle, Bella, Ethan, Marriome, William and Gabrielle, all differing ages ranging from 7 to 62 *!?*. I could attempt to create some fancy, obscure term for my mental state, or even glorify it if I had a reason to, but I don't have a flag or a national anthem worthy enough. Just call me multiple. Or J, that'll do. I've experienced this *huh!* 'illness' since I was 5. It can be fun sometimes, but I worry about the blackouts a lot. It's nice to see a group dedicated to DID/MPD here, and hope to contribute more often.

I'm Belle (not Bella). Not exactly helpful 100% of the time, playful blah. Sorry, I find this pretty humiliating. Would you force your friend to talk to people you don't know about **** that might be a bit sore? When can I do things my way?

Sorry, time tells me to move to food. Chat soon.

- Belle