Little Girl Gone

One of my alters is pulling away. My life and how it functions is untenable to who she is and what she needs. I love her, so much. So do a few other people in my life, those she has trusted enough to let in. I don't know what will happen now. I'm afraid. Not … Continue reading Little Girl Gone

The Lost Girl and The Wounded Woman

My mom brought me a stack of photos yesterday, that she found while cleaning her room. She was bringing them to me in general because they were pictures of me, or me with my Dad, that she knew I would want; but there was one picture in particular that seemed to drive her to show … Continue reading The Lost Girl and The Wounded Woman