Diary of a Multiple

By Xlibris US

My story is about a traumatic and very violent experience I almost didnt live through. And in my servicing, I come to be diagnosed with multiple personality disorder and a psychotic break. I have included in my story my real-life diary entries from several of the eighteen personalities I had discovered on my journey to recovery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499079043

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Copyright © 2014 by Lucy Lynn.

Library of Congress Control Number:    2014917854

ISBN:                              Hardcover            978-1-4990-7903-6

                                        Softcover              978-1-4990-7905-0

                                        eBook                   978-1-4990-7904-3

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Rev. date: 10/08/2014

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CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

To my mother for all her support. I love you.

To my therapist, and to Josh Davidson for all his help with the book.

Thank you.

1 The Story of L

I find it strange to be walking through the life of my past and present reincarnated self. I have her memories, some of her actions, and her face… . except… . the eyes, they are mine. She died on December 3,2001. But she is still inside this shell bound by blood. Entering or reentering into this damaged body. To be new, fresh, clean, naked, raw, and grown up. I am confused. She understood how she thought, how this body and brain worked. I don’t. It was so loud! And now… it’s quiet, sweet silence. But everything else hits this body like its being attacked by tiny little pins. I don’t know how to defend myself from it. It happens so fast and I get scared. I’v never been scared. Confused, and I panic because it’s so strange.

I suppose that will rectify itself the longer I’m here. I know this place. Been here thousands of years, lived many lifetimes. ( But I had been reincarnated then chose my next experience, I am born, grow, learn, die.) But this time I just died, was cleansed, chose to come back, but wasn’t born. I just woke up, new, blind, different and grown up. All in the same body. With no memory. Not of my own, only hers. My past life still here. Everything is different yet the same. And now I have to clean up the mess she left. I remember her, once so strong. Everything could have been created the way she desired them. And most of the time things were the way she wanted them too. She always hungered for intellectual conversation and bored easily. Then this beautiful man entered her life. I can see him, back then, that day, nothing like what I saw upon waking in the hospital.

He was strong and brilliant… and DARK, like a black mist swirling around him. Not at first but as the days turned into years he changed. The excitement, the change, the darkness elicited was overpowering to her. I can’t remember any of those feelings, exquisite fears and excitement. I wasn’t the one to experience them. Then, there