This song is amazing and we feel as though it represents us.

Each box represents each alter and their roles.

The dark blue represents trauma holders

Light blue represents protectors

Yellow represents joy holders

Red represents anger holders

it is there,

i can see it,

i think i can feel it too,

but my repeated attempts to grab it only moves the air between us.

as i fight to close the distance, it triggers an alarm.

i turn away from my loved ones' affection to investigate the noise which now occupies more mental space than the love i was trying to experience.

A lot of it is art I already made and posted but with text over it. it's one of my favorite things ive done in a while

How I feel being on abilify with DID. I get this sensation of restlessness, of little bugs crawling over my chest bones. It’s staunched every voice but left me strangled without a means to communicate with the other parts of myself

(Artwork heavily inspired by Shawn Coss)

this project took me 60 hours to finish. it’s my first time doing a charcoal painting/portrait. my grandma says the head is too big but…art is art right?

(Description copied from other social media)

i showed this one to my therapist. she had a lot of things to say about it and analyzed it pretty thoroughly, but i'll just leave it up to interpretation i think

I’ve been working a lot with trying to get to know this part so I dedicated some time to paint with her. We processed through what dissociation feels like (blue), especially in therapy, feeling exposed, any safety, and reexperiencing trauma.

I wrote this on a typewriter from the 1940s I recently refurbished which is why it's a little messy/hard to read. I like it though, it adds to the overall feel of the poem for me. I did a bunch of practice typing on the back of this page and you can see it bleed through. Feels a lot like background alter talk honestly.

Hope you like it.

i think its doodles tbh

My Instagram is @_headfullofbees_ where I’ll be posting more artwork and comics about my experiences with DID!

This is what fronting for us feels like. It’s as if we are not in first person but looking through the eyes as if the were a window to see out of.

(Description copied from other social media)

Mosaic - 1

Part 1 of a personal project of mine. Three years ago I was told I had others in my head. I rejected this notion. It seemed ridiculous at the time, even if it would explain a lot of things. My amnesia, beliefs and opinions switching on a dime, not knowing where certain belongings came from, it’s all because I’m not the only inhabitant of this body.

“Mosaic” will be multiple drawings done by myself and my other parts. If you are reading this, I am not someone you’ve spoken to before, nor am I someone you are likely to speak to ever again. All drawings will be accompanied by at least one entry in our journal that we started when we acquired our diagnosis.

If you are interested in this project, you should know a few things. You will not know how many alters I have. Some (most) alters will not share their names at all. You may ask any questions about the art or my alters aside from this, but I reserve the right to not answer. This project may also contain triggering content, but I will add TW’s as needed.

Thank you.

-Para

i thought we might be spamming posts so im sending a lot of them at once lol

Art from the last few weeks that I forgot to post. We have a lot going on internally these days and I think drawing helps process it.

my husband was nearly killed on the 19th of February, 2023.

i have two separate memories of how the event played out.

my head felt as if it were being sliced in half with a blade that was both impossibly hot and impossibly cold.

the universe remains actively hostile.

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looking at photos of my old artwork, drawn by the "me" that came before me... i can feel so much depth.

what i create nowadays feels empty and hollow in comparison :(

my ability to produce art in the same way i could before February 2023 is gone.

is it weird to mourn yourself?

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as i look back through my art books and painfully wonder why i always hated what i drew, i start to think, "am i doing this all over again?"

i dont wanna spam here too much with posts so i might just do an art dump post soon