Sometimes it literally feels like my brain is housing multiple different people. I don’t have DID or any other dissociative disorder, but I know identity disturbance is a thing among people with BPD.

There’s the empath who only cares about the people they love, at the expense of caring about themself. They’ll chop off their own hand to help someone else.

There’s the cynic who has an intense hatred for the world around them, and doesn’t believe in the existence of goodwill.

There’s the paranoid one who lives in constant fear of others’ perception of them, and is constantly afraid for their own safety (which is probably the trauma talking). This one doesn’t trust anyone or anything, and likes to push other people away to avoid getting hurt.

The driven academic, who is motivated only to get good grades, learn things, and have a successful job so they can support a family. (I’m currently in college)

The carefree child who just wants to be around other people, and will make friends with anyone, no matter how toxic the person is.

And there’s the broken one, who doesn’t believe they have any self-worth, and sabotages everything good about their life because they don’t think they deserve any of it.

There’s probably a few more, but those are the main ones. Whichever personality dominates depends on the day, and also who I’m hanging out with at the moment. These people... they’re all me. The way I see it, none of these personalities are any more or less valid than another. DAE feel like this?