A TALE OF MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER.
13 year old Betty is furious, she always is, she remembers having to keep all of her thoughts and feelings to herself because people around her didn’t like them. Betty is still furious to this day and that is why she’s coming out more now because she needs to, this is great. We get to meet her and show her what life should have been like, and will be like from now on.. nobody puts Betty in the corner. 13 year old Betty is going to live her life all over again, albeit in a 50 year old body.
That’s fine because the only things all of the Betty’s ever wanted to do, was write, draw and be happy.
13 year old Betty is going to draw a picture for the first time today and it’s going to be fantastic. Why 50 year old Betty believed we couldn’t draw is anyones guess. Must be self doubting Betty. Anyway with meditation we have learned that this was a false belief, so we have let go of it and started to draw. 2 year old Betty is having a great time, in fact we all are. Our new art supplies came yesterday and we all clapped our hands with glee. So excited. I don’t think any of us have felt excitement in a very long time.
We found out yesterday that we had a very traumatic birth, we were born arse first, then the midwives had to nearly break our legs to get our body out. Then our head got stuck and all hell broke loose. The cord was wrapped around our neck and our head was stuck. Forceps were used in a frantic attempt to get us out. We were born dead and resuscitated, no wonder poor baby Betty never got over the shock.
The beginning of multiple personality disorder.