Dissociative Identity Analysis

In a gist, I would outline myself with a mirage-like dissociative identity disorder. The fact is, I pretend an awful amount of times in order to protect myself; in this inner cocoon I deem as my heart. I’m not the individual whom people take me as nor am I that stereotypical Asian who excels at a ridiculous number of activities besides sports. If anything, I embody the true definition of average. While this may sound egotistical of me, I have the calmest physical life yet the toughest emotional world. From the time I was born, each physical need was handed on a platter with little to no effort required. Similar to Villanueva, “There were failures too, of course.” (Villanueva 112) While it may sound like a luxurious life, my emotions were,

Without hiding any events, I found my world to be a daunting task to overcome. At the age of 13, I tried something new; I opened my battered soul up to another human being. Although it may sound pathetic, I felt home in another place or person. Feeling comfortable, I was never feared to express to my friend what I thought about current events, and ordinarily, when it felt muddy to move through the path. In return, I gave them the most useful advice in this realm of pain: social advice. Gazing upon the horizon for most of my life, I saw and heard everything. From secret crushes to unlawful deeds, everything in the classrooms flowed through these eyes and ears to create a new person. The most to come though was my first real friend. I was given the mental care that was missing for most of my life. The emotions that didn’t exist started to come across, and my time finally started to move again. I awoke from this endless nightmare and began to dream of a new life fulfilling my own desires. With an endless debt to him, I could move forward in my life to focus on important events other than my somber reality at home; the newest of them being the romantic