In the summer of 2008, I was extremely ill with my Complex-PTSD and DID (dissociative identity disorder). After four years with my therapist, I had finally been honest about my past abuse.
I was really struggling and could not see a reasonable way out of my predicament. See, two and a half years prior, in 2005, I had a baby girl.
She was the most important being in my life. Before her birth I had reconciled somewhat with my parents who had abused me as child.
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